Poem: Refuge

 

 

Refuge

 

with bouquet

i ran to meet a Love,

but they didn’t want my flowers.

 

my spurned passions

hummingbird-zagged,

erratic as Cupid's deflected dart.

 

i had fallen way down

it was clear

and yet still i climbed,

 

up a steeple of crumbling piety,

to the very summit where  

i reached for that Love again,

so high above me.

 

wings of prayer

rode my broken breaths,

and yet 

then

my flypapery tongue 

caught them all

 and said no.

no to the one who wasn’t up there.

no to raw faith in pain,

no to indifference.

i began to seek 

some new kind of way,

a better refuge

than the Beautiful Monster.

 

 

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Commentary on the Book of Job