I turn to you
deranged and hopeless
desperate in my need
for windows and walls
and ladders too
angled towards Saturn
so I may still gather
occasional falling stars
in pails of moonlight
when darkness swallows the moon
I will probably collect too many
Shimmering trinkets
bits of temporary solace
Here and gone yet somehow
still failing to secure
some precious faith
for a transient heretic’s heart
You will shower me all the same
with the enchantments of grace
However imperiled their impact be
By a nature capricious and free
Will I throw off miracle’s
final embrace? swatting away
blinded by what I misunderstand
Poking fingers trembling
Into the void of reason clinging
to mind’s folly shrouded in hubris
so completely intolerable
I cannot bear to look upon this face!
nor force to bend
a childish will
unready to accept
Your wondrous grace.
copyright Slk. 2021
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