Doubt, Old Friend

July 27, 2020



Doubt, old friend. 


Welcome home. 

Your nest awaits —


                               You, alone. 

O’ winged devil,

Whose shrieks

Tear holes in 

                         Our beliefs.


Let not your

                       Eyes weep

Or your shrill

Sounds 

              cease. 

 We may chase

                                       You away,

          Or simply turn
Our face.


But it’s only

Because we 

Can not  

                 grasp


Your melody.


Conned by comfort

Certainty’s lies,

                         Your persistent squawking

                                   Love’s disguise.


We cannot see 

That you

Are ever-calling us

                                         To Truth. 





DE











 

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