In life
We tend
To believe
In things
Objects people
Dogmas and
Relics things
That we
Point at
Things present
Things malleable
Yet it’s
The invisibility
Of faith
Like love
That is
Truth abundant
And personal
Faith fails
To be
Joined faith
Fails to
Be identified
Faith is
Simply quiet
And you
Most won’t
Like you
Or love
You or
Help you
Or think
You’re attractive
So stop
Living for
Them in
Some vague
Hope and
Start living
For you
And you
Will hear
A hammer
Strike an
Anvil in
Heaven heralding
Your life
To you
A secret
In life
That we
Often avoid
Is failure
We all
Fail everything
Fails at
Being something
Sometime I
Had a
Fish once
That couldn’t
Float and
A canary
That couldn’t
Sing yet
It was
Happily a
Fish and
A lovely
Canary failure
Is a
Given and
Trying to
Avoid it
Is trying
To avoid
Your life
And once
Again we
Sat this
Time in
A swing
And swung
Sharing shaved
Ice while
Laughing about
Silly things
As the
Sun winked
Behind a
Shadowed thicket
Of trees
And in
The earliest
Of Twilight
Hours far
Away planes
Scraped the
Sky white
Are we
Simply locusts
A blight
Plaguing the
Earth or
Perhaps we’re
The pervasive
Gnawing of
Hunger deep
In the
Belly of
A child
Or perhaps
We’re a
Glacier scraping
Resources and
Retreating once
We’ve had
Our fill
Are we
Not truly
Charged with
Change as
Poets aren’t
We supposed
To incite
Riotous inflection
With words
Why then
The imagery
Of angels
When we
In fact
Live amongst
The damned
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 