A DEVIL'S FINE SALIVA
They say there is snow on the peak - always.
That high up one cannot but expect it,
can't wish for anything else. It could be
90 degrees this far down, here below,
yet all that's needed is a glance at the top
to see snow. Like the Devil's fine saliva -
a strange mist which enters the brew.
-
We've all lived good lives; decent at least.
Here - down here - in the village, where what
persists to entice us is a respite, some set of
beliefs to keep us going: God in the Heavens,
and a fair star at night setting forth the way.
But a Devil's fine saliva, right back up there
by day, throws us, ruefully, back from
whence we've come. At least our doubts,
at least some. It can't be avoided; any
Kingdom soon due us is a
Kingdom to come.
They say there is snow on the peak - always.
That high up one cannot but expect it,
can't wish for anything else. It could be
90 degrees this far down, here below,
yet all that's needed is a glance at the top
to see snow. Like the Devil's fine saliva -
a strange mist which enters the brew.
-
We've all lived good lives; decent at least.
Here - down here - in the village, where what
persists to entice us is a respite, some set of
beliefs to keep us going: God in the Heavens,
and a fair star at night setting forth the way.
But a Devil's fine saliva, right back up there
by day, throws us, ruefully, back from
whence we've come. At least our doubts,
at least some. It can't be avoided; any
Kingdom soon due us is a
Kingdom to come.
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