on bended knee

by Lightning Rod

Posted to Utterances on 2003-02-13 21:16:00

Parent message is 382164
What good are knees unless they are bent?
What are we to do? Rejoice; lament?
Our journals are full of regret, confession
The residue of stars in grand progression

My myth needs no revision, no new verses
My knees are bent; my heart disperses
The scent of wonder from open dors
There is no god; there are no two-by-fours.

The chemical reaction is a look in your eye
A baby groans and rolls over in her crib
She tries and stumbles and vomits on her bib
And kisses her revelations; her imagination flies.

You blink and a thousand babies are born
The painting becomes stippled and spitting thorns
Belief is wet and faith is dry; doubt is low and hope is high.
I’m awaiting your reply.