We think we’ve heard
Sibilant rustlings of
folding wings
Doubt befuddles our
hope
Faith’s certainties
bemused by our rationalities
Oscillations of
anxiety and desire
Turning between the
two
We parade our glorious
uncertainties
Desiring to be clad in
our theologies
We wait with bated
breath
As our tired
philosophies collapse
Sulphuric laughter of
our stripping through cracks is heard
When mirrors draped in
black
Hides our fissured
nakedness
We wish through dark
crevasses to hear
The silent waves of
bending wings
We wish to hear
Angelic wings
Reverberating on
tympanic drum
And there is silence
Stands up and gives a standing ovation :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Yolanda, (for the other comments as well! :)) Hope the working week has wrapt up for you and you have a wonderful weekend.
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