Just Say The Word And You Shall Be Healed Poem by RIC BASTASA

i believe it.
the word is here.
and it is healing me.
this sickness unto death.
this search for what is good, and true and beautiful.
christ must be the answer.
on the cross, the thorns, the lashes, the veil, and the last words again.

it is time to surrender from the clutches of art to the power of Love.
Veiled in the patterns of religion, i lift the cover, i fill in the void
i plunge into the mysticism. Finding some needles, a cone, a nut,
some bird's eyes. Two beaks. A tongue of a lizard. A prey.

I finally catch myself. Get hold of it and make the sign of the cross.
Tomorrow, i will say, Amen.