Poetry

Hope

written by: alf hickey

Vacuum sucking conscience
Where love is there, not there
For what is love,
When we hide its war ?

Its lonely hole is open
A grave to store the soul
Mortuary for Cadavers
Dissected in desperate fear

Though it breaths
We can't touch its ghost
Cutting the kettle's steam
Whistling to awaken

From our god self preservation
The soul of idol determination
Making up what we are not
As if God has done no work

Inside I create the nothing
Of a reality erased
Like a universe in God's mind
About to explode into stars

Heaven's hope lies within
Yet world and self claim defeat
The radiant joy of my maker
Brews something new inside

The thing that is who He is
This thing that I am
Our inner, our outer, our all
That thing we make together

Maybe love