Faith captivity
Voila!
A gentle wash,
or the forehead tap,
I’m saved!
is it from creation,
or from creating havoc?
all of sudden, I weep
as “they” cry,
Mine a dark jungle, theirs towers of hope.
a new suit design, or four translators on platform
sets me transcribing my,
my own ignorance!
hunger pangs
bestow trembling,
so does the incandescence,
of lost opportunity.
Otherwise, full bellies, have water inside,
and spicy juices & veggies,
bring water to the eyes.
hymns set me flying,
while seated!
days get bonded to the cross,
as others reach weighlessness,
**Fished as a people**,
but the fisher ran to abandonment
when water dried up!
Who wouldn’t join me,
on the band wagon of
prostituted faith?
~ Dr Morice DKK, Jan 2009
