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“It is customary to blame secular science and anti-religious philosophy for the eclipse of religion in modern society. It would be more honest to blame religion for its own defeats. Religion declined not because it was refuted, but because it became irrelevant, dull, oppressive, insipid. When faith is completely replaced by creed, worship by discipline, love by habit; when the crisis of today is ignored because of the splendor of the past; when faith becomes an heirloom rather than a living fountain; when religion speaks only in the name of authority rather than with the voice of compassion--its message becomes meaningless.”
― Abraham Joshua Heschel, God in Search of Man: A Philosophy of Judaism

Bowie

I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose,
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones,
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain.

-From "Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed" 

Oops

OK, so the poem everyday thing didn't work out. Surprise! Oh, well. Something is coming soon, though.

Days 4 and 5

I've already missed one, so I will write two today.

1.
A creaking mess invades my sleep
Lying like stone, rigid, unmoving but awake
A blank wall, unbroken until now
Silence like a deep river, shattered by a groan
Only a little like a tramp, fallen from the train
Less pathetic, but more worthy of pity
But, I do not rise to the occasion.

2.
However it may be
On and on
In and in
Inward and outward
Alone and crowded out
A universe, rattling and teeming
With a single thing

Who knows the self
Knows the rest
Who resides in knowledge
Knows how to rest
Call it what you will
Power or repose
It is a response

Day 3

Spittle in the road
Only a bit
Glinting in the fading sun
A tiny, wretched prism

Silence falls slowly in the dusk
Missing the point
And night receives
The final toast

Whisked away by new glow
Filling the wisest course
With tiny hazards
But just for a moment

Second Day

Dusty ray of sunlight
Makes a phantom reality,
Thinly veiled as truth
An open trough of shifting
Light, a seeming lucidity,
Broken streams of awaiting
Laid low by technicality,
A deranged blowing wind

A Poem A Day For 30 Days

Let's see if I can do it. Here's the first:

I lie in a stone chamber and wait
Unsure of myself
Less sure of you
Only a little convinced of the light beyond

Shadows flash across the figures on the walls
Leaving nothing behind
Giving no explanations
Barely registering with you at all

Drip, drip, drip of water, mineral rich and white
Hammers my brain
Is lost on you
A light caress of lunacy showing through a lie