Green grass
Glistening
After the summer thunderstorm
Like so many knives against the soles of my feet
Air heavy
Time Heavy
Morning eyes blurry and bleary
After a good night's sleep
I spent a lifetime waiting for love
But it didn't come
I spent a lifetime hoping against hope
But it didn't come
I spent a lifetime waiting for my family to grow up
But it didn't come
Finally I left...
When you cut the anchor you cut the cord as well
Like Kurtz in the Congo
Or was it Vietnam?
Sometimes faith needs to grow in the absence of love
Sometimes faith needs to grow in the silence of others
Sometimes faith needs to grow in the presence of hate
Because hate feeds and devours and consumes and corrodes and erodes
Relentlessly like tooth decay
Sometimes faith needs to grow against all we believe in
Sometimes belief and faith are two separate things
Monsters of my youth come back
Middle-aged
Portly
Stretchmarked
I could not slay them then
No need to now
Just ignore what's happened
And pretend...
A world without people
A people without a world
Vines consuming
The modern day deluge washing over all our buildings
The animals dominate
As we become dinosaurs
Fossilized amidst the monuments of our existence
Abandoned buildings...
Condos...
Skyscrapers...
Toppled like nine-pins
Modern day Jerichos
No rams horns
No priests
No ark
No Joshua
No Canaan
No Promised Land
Just Nothing
(Look what we've become?)
(c) 07/30/2009 by Matthew DiBiase
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