Sunday, October 23, 2011


I talk to God but the sky is empty - Sylvia Plath

A deity gesticulated
and all we know was thus created
or so they said on sunday morn
where doubt was doused with scathing scorn;

incessant bouts of genuflection,
imploring for some new direction
has yet to yield a solid sign
of mercy, mortal or divine.


Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

We have been inspired by the day simply being Sunday.
I feel that our God thoughts, are following a similar, unseen line.

Best wishes for Sunday,

rch said...

Isn't that weird how that happens sometimes? I will be over to check it out :-)