The world is poor
Her fortune is buried in the sky
And all her treasure maps
Are of the earth

Authentic Messiahs cannot cease
Their meditations on vast human hurt
To heed the pain of nails
Damnation, senseless
Killers! Oh, for a fee

Cassandra, if the worlds on fire
We must save a cup of ashes for
The seed.

Hell’s logic consists in
Preventing murdering by
Murdering the murderer
Heavens logic greets every
Murderer with grace
Dying when the time comes
With beatific face.

A God too large to walk in
Human shoes
Has outgrown hope of
Human use
And heavy skeptics weighted down
With doubt
Can never rise to
God’s about

A   humanist in chocking sea
Called for help presently
Received in full intensity
“You must swim, if you would be.
Self –reliance makes one free
   “That’s nice”
He said and floated easily
         And died I misery

Evil finds a ready home
Where beauty is despised
And ugliness enthroned

Prayer is most real when
we refuse to say “Amen”
We most love heaven when
We will not end our
Conversations quickly
Who found their “Amens
      Close at hand

Come to the court of God
Having eyes unwashed with
Dreams and you will see
    Nothing

Death is the confirmation of
The believer’s creed
For the skeptics it is discovery
    Immense and too late

The first sound sleep we get
         On earth
We must be roused on realm away.

Light is never given
While we fear the dark.

Materiality a blessing all its own.
Spirit -Demons play in fire
Hoping for cremation.
In terror of their immortality
          They envy dying humanity

















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