i often find myself promoting allegiance to faith –

especially to those struggling in arenas of doubt.

i challenge them to step out of the chains of fear so inappropriately self imposed.

parables recited.

miracles referenced.

volumes of scripture quoted.

most often,

it seems the effort in vain.

reformation available yet undesired.

it seems the accouterments of vanity supersede the paltry garments of sincere.

yet in this season of contradiction,

i find my reservoir of believe nearly drained.

how can i offer admonition for religious insurrection

while wearing transparent Alb of supposed conviction?

who am i to stand behind pulpits of discern

with eyes closed to the inferiority of my own diminished capacity?

i suppose –

if measuring the volume of could in the much larger vessel of should –

we all find opportunity for replenishment.

and sometimes –

when feeling less than full –

perhaps a patch..

broken

of dying

predisposed –
intentionally – irrelevant.
fall-out fabricated –
demure – suffocating what’s left of the fabric of us…

where would our was reside if the fond of our now
consumed ravenously by the insatiable arrogance of not allowed?

to gamble the very breath of survive
for a few – possibilities –
slivers of dream (might)?
most heinous written part in this play of doesn’t matter!
what surge of awesome,
magnificent,
sublime,
more valued possession than time?

expected – 
silence!
no option of mitigation
no simulacrum of suppose.

defiant – the color of your behavior.
disengaged –
muted memories.
not enough – saved - to compensate
for the – lost - from  your abandon.

who would have known,

pruning the broken old apple tree,

would enlighten to this degree?



to realize there is no bridge between the worlds of is,

and imagining,

more brutal slaying than loss of life slowly realized.



suffocation –

notes not written.


farewell –

so poignantly –

supposed!

predisposed –

intentionally – irrelevant.

fall-out fabricated –

demure – suffocating what’s left of the fabric of us…



where would our was reside if the fond of our now

consumed ravenously by the insatiable arrogance of not allowed?



to gamble the very breath of survive

for a few – possibilities –

slivers of dream (might)?

most heinous written part in this play of doesn’t matter!

what surge of awesome,

magnificent,

sublime,

more valued possession than time?



expected – 

silence.

no option of mitigation

no simulacrum of suppose.



defiant – the color of your behavior.

disengaged –

muted memories.

not enough – saved - to compensate

for the – lost - from  your abandon.

what purpose –

arbitration?

unless guarantee of discern cast in stone.

why waste time writing vows of allegiance

if captioned in language of disallowed?

arrogant to speculate the texture of can.

more appropriate –

garments chosen in colors of doubt.

irrelevant – more fitting attire

for one untethered to dignity of refrain…

and there –without warning

blown effortlessly away

strong wind of indifference –

paper dreams crumbled

set sail to shores of forget.

what then –

when shadows lose their cloak of obscure –

stand unencumbered in the light of is?

will the night have stolen our memories?

ravenous weasel of war?

oh so sad –

realize.

much more appealing –

to drown in the tempestuous water of suppose.

to realize the depth of loss –

the darkness thick as death –

to face the end of day,

alone.

can there be anything heard more painful than silence?

emotions felt more debilitating than reality of disposed?

how sweet the release –

the peace –

to pass through rooms of sleep,

no doorway threat of waking…

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