Poem -
IF NOT HE...
who maketh the suns to warm
a bleak soul
who maketh the moon to howl
teeth at wolf, and
who could wish rabbit the
softest of pelt, the softest fair
meadows and the pure rain of
melt...if not HE...Â
and then... might a man dwell
in an honest day's light,
a'feared of no harm off such
demons of fright...in a worship
of supplicant, hands clasped
tight and bound, a harker of
bells from a Sunday's safe
ground
then... be assured of fine
welcome in a caskets grand
end, the great journey halted
and praised...
to be certain of sanctuary,
belonging and love, to kneel in
HIS sun and be raised
Can he...??
M P 29/3/21
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Comments
What a question! Can he? Well, you'd think wouldn't you? Hmmmm. Can He? It is a very pertinent question especially when even priests can lose their faith. And if it is possible for a priest to lose their faith what hope have the rest of us got? I think the answer lies entirely in the leap you take. You simply have to make a decision to believe and cast aside all doubts, not entertain them in the slightest, and go with it. It's the only way. And, to be honest with you, you can choose to believe in what you want. If you don't do that then there will always be questions. Personally I cant help but ask questions! Some of us are just made that way. Another awesome write here, Marion đđđâx