by Mathew Paust
Would the divine were meek,
a power sublime disinclined to meddle
to quell our crises,
preferring supplication, to be needed so completely one offers up self
for the touch of grace?
Would reason be in play,
a mutuality of sorts,
open invitation: you seek us out, we take you in,
succor's yours, your soul joins ours,
all in kind?
Would this be culling,
recruiting kindred spirits from the random multitude
with still the same old signs that point the way from primal
to live with love
or die?
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My annual contribution to NaPoMo
recruiting kindred spirits from the random multitude
I've read this several times over now, Mathew, and enjoyed it every time.
"to live with love or die" - This is beautiful.
"you seek me out, I take you in"
Perfect!
*Aha! I knew you were a poet.*
A poet indeed.
Love this, really love--my Christian to your Cyrano.
Good one *
"recruiting kindred spirits from the random multitude" Whole works well. *
I like it.
Why you...poet!*
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I just read this again and I'm inspired.