The scientist is a celebrity, he’s frequently on TV.
He makes pronouncements, he expects you to believe.
He understands, it seems, the deepest mysteries of this and other galaxies,
until tomorrow, of course, “new discoveries”.
And God, he poses,
as if he knows, definitively:
“this kind of faith is a delusional fallacy.”
…
As if, indeed, he knows.
… Like the wind blows,
he too will fade away.
(To be continued…)
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Hope and *Believe*
in Miracles.
Because, what else do we have to grasp?
Cleopatra’s asp and fear?
No! … Despair sucks us down.
I know it’s so,
as pain persists,
but, if and when you can,
resist.
And believe in *some* kind of miracle,
a possibility,
whatever your mind’s eye can muster.
Look beyond the horizon:
see epiphany and bliss.
Then turn inward, friend,
intimate, honest, candid,
and speak to God.
Cry,
speak and listen.
Commune
with
Peace.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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I see art,
and it’s beautiful.
The creation is truly a sensation!
But I understand what most men see,
on the wall,
in their souls,
and what they feel…
Base arousal.
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Paul was a joyless misogynist.
They assert,
it’s quite obvious,
and certainly seems clear.
(Nikak, i
ni v koyem sluchaye!)
Then they retranslate,
and realize,
it’s apparently not so,
so as to speak,
by no means,
and it may never be.
…
Matters of style and misunderstanding…
Sublime and inadequate.
Sacred and human.
What else then,
is open to question?
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So, you believe in something:
something undefined
beyond the mundane,
as you say. …
So, you believe in something,
you just don’t know what. …
Wow. How superficially deep,
noncommittal,
and
improbable.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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The best prayers,
I believe,
are ardent fragments.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Despite what the TV Preachers imply,
I don’t know if I can make my miracle fly.
…
Sow a seed, if you please:
such harvest you will reap.
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Submerged and submitted,
surrounded by ice,
I die to myself.
Agony, ecstasy, numbness,
cacophony and silence,
everything and nothing.
In those few seconds,
I cease to exist
and that
is bliss.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Your skepticism has ugly, loud manifestations.
Our Faith is beautiful,
peaceful,
tranquil.
We are human,
we can hope.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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She views you
much the same way you view him:
Frightful thought!
…
Let’s walk back, reflect,
forward.
Grace be.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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