Tarshish

If I were to

Sail right now

For the land

At the edge of the world.

What great fish

So posessed

Would take me in

And take me back

And spit me out?

Mornings in Shops

Sitting in public

I feel strangely alone

Coffee for one

And fragments of dreams.

On Cain

Perhaps Cain was more honest than me

Honest with himself,

Honest with his feelings,

Honest with God.

And perhaps I fear

That if I were likewise honest

I would likewise devolve

And come completely apart.

But what good does it do,

If I am held together

Only by lies and denial?

And where now do I turn?

I would speak to you,

But do I have ears to listen?

I would turn to you,

But you are unseen.

Lord have mercy.

Christ have mercy.

God have mercy.

I believe; help me with my unbelief.