Father’s Day 2019
“Lead us not into temptation”

This rushing madness of the blood
Your brightness makes me weak
In comfort that I was God

Forgive my crying soul
And mere tolerance
The lie of truth in time

The faltering was temptation
Not the reaching

Any understanding of God is ego

Come to him lost
With no gift
And become nothing

Moth to the flame
Blessing of immolation

The sirens call me back
I sort through ashes
And wear them
Like a garment