Unsoundly
Do you ever wake wondering
where God came from?
Maybe you don’t.
Maybe you sleep dead until dawn.
Good for you.
But maybe you’ve grown tired
of middle class dreams.
Maybe you startle in sweat
like drops of blood praying
the thought would pass.
But no cigar.
So you lie awake scrambling
in your mind to find purchase
so as to catch a glimpse before
‘In the beginning…’
Then again maybe you don’t.
Good for you.
I do…
Good to know there’s somebody else, Gwen. Thanks!
I love this…what does it mean “to find purchase”?
Hi, Shaun. It can refer to finding a handhold/grip, such as in climbing, or finding footing. Thanks for reading!
I really appreciate your work and thanks for responding.
Well, yeah. Not as much as I used to, but yeah – totally familiar. A little smattering of Teilhard de Chardin and Ilia Dello has helped with that, actually. Not too much, or my brain turns to sludge, but a little helps.
Diana, ‘sludge’ is the word.
Not so much as where God came from as to why God? Why?
Hi, Juliea. I understand that one too. Thanks for your comment.
Sometimes I think I’m the only one in my life going “why? what? how? what the hell?…” And a lot of the time, I wish I was one of those other people sleeping all night long.