Would
the divine were meek,
a
power sublime disinclined to meddle
to
quell our crises,
preferring
supplication, to be needed so completely one offers up self
for
the touch of grace?
Would
reason be in play,
a
mutuality of sorts,
open
invitation: you seek us out, we take you in,
succor's
yours, your soul joins ours,
all
in kind?
Would
this be culling,
recruiting
kindred spirits from the random multitude
with
still the same old signs that point the way from primal
to
live with love
or
die?
A tad complicated for my timeshared braincell but a good read nonetheless Matt.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Roy. Most poetry's that way for me. This is just my attempt at vengeance.
ReplyDeleteWhat, you vengeful Matt? I wouldn't ''adam n eve'' it.
DeleteFirst time for everything, Catman.
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