11.03.08
Pseudo-Poem.
The sun sets.
Pinks, blues, and greens litter the sky.
There is a fish tapping on my window.
Who is your God, and where is he?
Posted in Poetry, nonsense? at 11:26 pm by Alix
The sun sets.
Pinks, blues, and greens litter the sky.
There is a fish tapping on my window.
Is he on the land, in dark woods and open fields,
Or under it, roaming the empty hills where the ghosts moan?
Is he in the water, flowing in sweet rivers and salty seas,
Or in the fire, burning with the passion of a hundred hearts?
Is he in the air, riding on the storms,
Or above it, in the nothingness where the stars burn?
Is he a father, with sons and daughters?
Does he walk among us, one with us,
Or does he make his home in a far-away place?
Does he reach out and run his fingers through the fibers of your life,
Or do we have to walk the long paths to bring ourselves closer to him?
