Sunday, May 22, 2011

Alas, Poor Judgment, I Know It Well

Ah well, here we are.
Once again, Jesus
Chose not to return.
I grieve, a little,
For those who believed.

They're not so different
From the pack of us
Dreaming of winning
Lottery jackpots,
Talent-show prizes,

True love forever,
The chance to leave town,
Simple promotion,
The last word, wisdom,
The first place in line.

We want to believe
Desires are causes
And daydreams are fate
So badly, we choose
To loathe what we know--

That fate has nothing
To do with our dreams,
Our myths are our schemes,
And true cause outstrips

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