Saturday, April 6, 2013

I couldn't see, I couldn't really believe

I couldn't see, I couldn't really believe
how the color filled the air. The awful virtue
of a righteous god, the faithless love failing
us religiously. I couldn't see, I couldn't
whisper or recite your name without falling
over myself, stumbling on ego, mumbling
and stammering violently. The immeasurable
grace, the ascending spheres and faith alone
sustain me here. I live by faith, not sight;
and all that's seen reveals the mysteries
of various sects, the failures and the sins
of righteous men. Though our lips can only
stammer, we yet chant the high things of God
variously. I could but reasonably believe.

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