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A Lightning Rod Star Facing a Mirror

“what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer’s lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry”?
       -E. E. Cummings  (One Times One)

If you are bored with excuses
For ignoring God

Imagine that you are bathed
In lyrical and nacreous light
And then you are a lightning rod

Star facing a mirror
With a glorious emptiness
Passing through you
Like massaging fingers of God

Of course
You will need to cry for
Gratitude for how soft

Is the quantum leap from imagination
Into an angel’s waiting arms


Once Seen, It Exists (A Golden Light of Gratitude)

Everyone’s had a “religious” experience but
Somehow the burden of proof shifts gets slippery
Sloped to a land where there’s an argument

That if one no longer has to weep
Is no longer seduced to one’s knees
In a golden light of gratitude

When in plain fact says the prosecutor attitude
You have forgotten your famous gratitude
(His gist: the warden is back)

And so then the burden of proof is on
The fleeting sign of Beauty even though
Even logic insists: once seen it exists