Doubt is a snare deemed sacred by it’s victim.
It lingers in dormancy, like a recessive germ,
until that first choice is made.
–Safety over Sanctity.

Heart and mind have conferred and agreed.
The sentence of death to deity, is joyfully handed down.
The one snared is carried for years by the parasite,
until finally, faith is dissolved to disillusion.

Any competent counselor lends his cool understanding.
After all, it seems to the snared the most sensible choice.
One sees one’s own mother wither away,
and wish for themselves a better fate.

Selah

doctor’s memo–
“Hearing same bothersome, fluttering sound,
above right tympanum.
Am I hearing voices? –Physician, Heal thyself!
Truth be told, I have been meaning to get my inner ear checked–”.

Selah

How does one lose his way in the light?
How is so great a mercy weakened?
It was shelved by those it strengthened.
Today’s holy men are repelled by mystery.
Avoiding the potential for peril, they mythologize The Prophet.

“That was for then. Now is for now.
We have it covered.
There has been much thought–
and much more thought given.”

Selah

A cleaner hearing is what is needed,
as in times past, simpler days.
They were a gift in secret.
How we then prospered!