A Dying Breath Of Enlightenment Poem by anne beau
A Dying Breath Of Enlightenment
The sky is aligned tonight.
Is that Jesus?
Thinking
Winking
Blinking
Sinking…
There is no room for God in religion
Or so the choir tells me,
Has told me,
So many times before.
as I search upward,
God’s laughter.
He wonders why we’ve been trying so hard…
When all we have to do is look up to the stars.
Even perfection has its scars.
Monday, September 15, 2008
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