I
cannot try any longer.
The
stone is too heavy.
And
Lazarus refuses to help.
We
are stardust.
In
the blink of an eye we are here.
In
the blink of an eye we are gone.
I’m
a poet.
Or
at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Doubting
Thomas is my patron saint. I learned that when we were off the record.
The
story is written in red ink.
The
blood on our hands is just more yellow journalism.
And
you cannot raise a politician whose heart is dead.
He
is the Alpha.
And
the Omega.
The
First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.
Don’t
worry yourself over the particulars.
Possession
is nine-tenths of the law.
If
you lose your soul that’s it you cannot get it back no matter how much you pay
it forward.
I
was a child of God.
I
am still very much a child of God.
I
don’t have to prove myself to you or to anyone.
Sisyphus
proves how fatalistic a perpetual motion outlook can be.
Job
got his proof and then some, but he still wasn’t convinced of much of anything.
Get
down on your knees and pray and maybe, just maybe you’ll be blessed and none of
your actual prayers will be answered.
Charles Cicirella
9/26/15
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