Friday, November 16, 2012

So Be It

So Be it

If trees dress up in green, and an unclouded sky is blue
you are where you always imagined it best, Pastor Ness.
And you very nearly convince me, heretic that I am.
When Jesus spoke of childlike faith, he wasn't prepared
for how literally you would take him at his word.

Your favourite phrase, "Yes, Amen" means so be it.
You were never the dashboard saint, Clarence.
You were ever and always, the real deal.
So, pray for me, now that you are in the Kingdom.
Be the evidence of what my mind refuses to believe.

If anyone could help me with what I cannot accept
as truth -- so be it. Tap the one to your right hand side:
[whisper] The lad has some hard-thought doubts about it
but he means well, and always has. It might require
something simple, like that bit you wrote in the sand once.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

Saturday, November 03, 2012

One Reflection

One Reflection

Neither one of us will ever forget the stream itself.
Thirst will do that to a person. Single-mindedness
following a parched sense of loss. Loss. Moisture.

We drank our heads full, and saw our faces there
scattered. Would we have died without that water?
When everything settled, the question did, as well.

But tonight I am breathing into your ear, realizing--
I saw one reflection when we survived. Not my own.
It took a disaster for me to see who I love the most.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --