Michael Shepherd Poems

Sometimes, perhaps, the question,
what is prayer? Am I missing
something too precious, not to know of?
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First, I gave up asking, Why?
for I was never told the truth;
now I live in whylessness;
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At the far edge of the expanding cemetery
in its uncertain spiritual limbo,
its small gravestones re-emerge only in late summer
like a clipped coat, the tall grass annually machined; of
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Poets seek in poems, a truth that's yet to be:
to catch those glories half-formed in the mind,
those tantalising visions which we see
for fleeting seconds; fear may never find
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With all the excitement of a Florentine writer around 1480
who's just heard about the new invention of printing
and has plans to use it bigtime
I'm sitting here at the PC, one of
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IMHO -
& jst FWIW -
u my thnk ths pm a slly 1
or u my brk out in mrth -
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The TV studio set for a prestige production
of the sort that wins renewed network contracts
if not viewers, late on Sunday night:
the subject, a weekly series on
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Did Jesus, as a baby, cry?
For was there aught to cry for?
Or were His tears from God’s own holy font,
knowing, what He was here for?
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I search the depths of my soul for an answer
but there is no answer
because there is no question
and there is no time
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