Sunday, April 30, 2017

Rhetoric

You can know a book
like the back of your hand
but still be unable
to let any faith rest
in what you read.

Whether you think the world is round
or flat doesn't change it's actual shape or size,
only your perception of falling off the edge.

You know, pigs can fly right?

No, they don't have wings.

But hell,
I'd fly too if you launched me
from a catapult.

Today is all I can see,
but come tomorrow,
today will become yesterday
and so the cycle continues.

Yesterday follows today,
and today crawls into tomorrow
every day until our sudden
or perhaps gradual death. . .

And then what?

Does anybody know?

It's not a question that can be answered,
despite how strong your faith may make you.

When someone else shows their doubt
don't steep in pride and arrogance
when you know deep down
you have the same question too.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

The World is Thoughtless

I want to see myself 
as the world sees me.

I imagine I'm small,
insignificant, menial,
but to me, I'm all there is. 

The only important things 
are those in my life I hold 
greatly above all else;

a husband, a dog-
the family I grew with,
the family I grew into.

These things mean nothing
in the eyes of a grand scheme, 
whatever it may be. 

I hold on to trinkets 
from years passed 
and never let them go 
when they signify a moment 
I thought I may somehow 
learn from in the future.

That blue button 
I found on the sidewalk
the day you found yourself in prison. 

I mourned the loss 
of your friendship because I knew 
we would never speak again.

I put my head down in prayer for you
as useless as you thought that was-
it never hurt though, did it?

Even a button, 
no matter how trivial 
the world thinks it may be
had so much meaning
in my insignificant eyes,
but the world?