His Sermon Poem by RIC BASTASA

at the pulpit
he keeps reciting the three attributes of God

that God is true
that God is beautiful
that God is good

no one disagrees on this
soliloquy

have i really felt this?

some questions keep on propping
inside my mind
in the middle of this crowd
and uniformity

is something true always good?
will good be always beautiful?

what about the bitterness of the true life?
what about the ugliness of the desired good?

shall a good feeling be not wrong sometimes?
the bitter herbs of life has good teachings too.
the badness of failures make us strong and vigilant.

and so on and so forth...
and then it is time to leave, sometimes an end is good.

like life, like death
like the beauty of a fading sunset
like the cover of the darkness
like the coming of dusk
like the birth of a new day...