God's Gift Poem by Lorin Addy Garringer

As your passion drained away
Arrogance, ambition, and dogma
Rushed in
To fill the gaping void.
You don't love
As much as you
Reason,
And I rarely make
My way into your
Reflections.
I admire your curiosity and
Zeal,
But I can't worship your
Highbrowism.
It's not conviction;
It's conceit.
I will never cease
Grieving
The loss of you.
I miss the heat of
Your waning fire,
But I would have found
Myself
Parched by your pride.