Wednesday, November 29, 2006


Our god departed from us
Down roads we'd wandered long ago.
There were foghorn bells whistling in his head
A tune upon his many lips and we ---
We had no word with which to hold,
No magic to bend and bind.
Our god left us; it's funny but
Most of us can't tell the difference
When we pray after all.

1 comment:

  1. Givingleafs

    He was The god.
    When The god wanted to, he would
    see us. Whatever we were doing
    we'd stop and talk with The god.
    Whenever The god wanted to play a
    song for us we would wait to
    listen--The god never did work
    up the courage to play for us.