Thursday, September 15, 2011

God where art thou?

are You behind this bush?

is that You in the thunder?

how does it feel to tear the ground as the shoot sprouts?

God what is with You

that love is the pang of fear and sorrow in every hope?

that pain is the residue of all devotion?

that despair only is left all commitment devolves to nothingness?

maybe in Your darkness

there is Light too bright for mere eyes to see

maybe in all throes of love

lie the hate of being bound in the earth

but as every cry comes unto Your cold cruel vastness

where is the Ear therein to hear? where the Heart in You?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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