some joker suggested
that my love of God runs more deeply than I could humanly know
and that all this raving is but the expression
of a pre-religious conversion
a sort of last explosion of guilt and pain
before acquiescing to the One....
does this joker know if this 'god' is no better than the worst of us
then we right and truly are fucked?
does this clown even know that my acceptance
of a creative loving Source of Life
doesn't involve belief in some self-projection
that posits a 'god'...a 'supreme being'
but rather an unknown Void still and beyond peace
at the bottom of all turmoil and hurt?
more accurate to say
my suffering is the bewilderment and fear
that strains the very love that holds our race together...
better to say I love and respect my fellow creatures
as all of us huddle in our fears
before the Mystery that animates all creation...
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