" THE BLOOD, THE COCOON, THE UNIVERSE..."

My master carries me into the church
I am a bloody heartbeat of clay
He drops me upon the altar
And begins tearing tiny bits of my flesh away
Reassembling, what's left of my faith
Into a sophisticated sincerity
Where light and darkness
Are one in the same
And tables of invention, fear, and shame
Are amusements no longer in play
As touching the manners of learned men
Where, through attentive and indifferent review
Humanity emerges from it's blessed cocoon
To have somehow found it's way
To the light and the truth
Where we learn that we are a collective
An energy known as humanity blooming
An anomaly awaited, in this most beautiful Universe
Were a beacon ever-evolving
Of spirit and light
We are living proof
Forever-evolving
Aware of the fact that God
Is our way of expressing
That which we don't understand......

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)