Nutshell
Creation
Man Fell
Redeemer
Lived
Died
Lives
Recieve
Believe
Overcome
New earth
New heaven
New Jerusalem
Harder.
That’sNotEnough!
yell?
Louder.
No,WeCan’tHearYou!
hey – wanna see what I wrote?
Sure!
*crickets*
should I just keep screaming into the Void?
(it feels like I’m just screaming into the Void)
If it makes you happy, of course!
WeDon’tKnowWhatToTellYou…
WhyDoYouKeepAsking?!?
JustGoScream.
SoWeDon’tHaveToListen.
Some people claim
He comes to shore
The poet leads the group, heel
pressed into a fish’s head, his
own head turned at an impossible
angle, arm outstretched to receive
an impossible gift from the gods.
He races reckless home, blind
to oncoming dangers. A bluebird
perches in the poet’s right hand;
it’s head is reared back, throating
a song of inspiration or warning.
Pretend nothing is happening
Do not complain
Do not make a mess
Do not be a burden
Be happy and kind
Even if you don’t feel like it
Finish your work
Even if you don’t feel like it.
Look presentable
Even if you don’t feel like it.
Pop a pill and keep going.
What violence is this,
What nonsense
I’m sorry for all the times
I have said this
To myself.
St. James, the bearer of trust unchanged;
Thomas the eternal doubter.
In my mind they seem the same,
Merely faith tied to a course.
I am in search of faith uncharted.
Something Dickensian,
Something Spinozian.
The intangible absurdity of existence;
With the absolutes of panentheism.
No utiopia from Moore,
Or the beasts of Descartes.
I should at once,
Ask what faith requires of me.
What it asks of me,
Whether I can match the faith of even the smallest rocks.
And that it not be by chance, that I race towards it.
