Faith, or Lack Thereof

esoteric poem

Esoteric Poem

 

O secrets that you keep old Faith
That draw upon my simple sorrow
Your unknown the most tantalizing bate
Knowing yesterday of my return tomorrow

O secrets that you keep old Faith
Promising complete, surest relief
Tailored to my most fearsome wraith
White tulip ready for the death of my disbelief

O secrets that you keep old Faith
My commitment made, reason sheathed
Kneeling before you night and day
Below your pedestal of candles and wreaths

O secrets that you keep old Faith
I may have spot through candle smoke
A sign, a sure meaning my hope’s to allay
My soul to join with your mys’try uncloaked

O secrets that you keep old Faith
Of how to strip a man so bare
Watching now my mind’s own wake
My naked soul’s friend be solely your Stare

O secrets that you keep old Faith
The following one be all I need
(After this line sings eighth of eight)
Is that you keep just out of reach.

 

more by A. M. Laine

photograph by Jon Tyson

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