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.
2 comments:
Bob,
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,
Eileen
Isn't that weird how that happens sometimes? I will be over to check it out :-)
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