Sometimes I'm asked
If I believe
The Gods are real
Or are they
Only
Metaphor
And I want to scream
Denounce the lie
Proclaim
That Holy Metaphor
Will no longer be denied
Then quietly
It whispers
In my ear
Remember dear
I am
The bridge
That spans
Between
The Measure
And the Means
I am
What words alone
Cannot convey
I am the pulse
The breath
The very body
Of That
Which
Though
Not seen
Holds sway
Over everything
I am the slender thread
That when caught upon a need
Pulls backs the veil
To reveal.....
Ah but that is only for the need to know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem