Monday, May 23, 2016

Broken Strings

A puppet cannot move
Once the strings are cut
A broken puppet does not talk
Doesn't laugh or strut

A man is not a puppet
For broken though he be
He dances, loves, hopes and fears
And sings so jauntily

But the shards of glass that was his heart
May make him wish he could fall apart

A puppet cannot move
Without a man to move it
Lying prone in a heap
Is the only thing that behooves it

But a puppet cannot heal
Unlike a man of grace
Who surrenders in the place
To eat the heavenly meal


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Indivisible

One is indivisible
But One is not alone
A trinitarian riddle
Truth, revelation shone
A light on for mankind
Whose finitude is prone
To oversimplify. Blind
To things not fully known

A mystery shall be
Father, Son, and Ghost
Three in one, one in three
Our theological toast
The one nature of the divine
Will and knowing to the most
Revealed in his eternal shine
Three persons make that boast




God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Nap

Blanket arrayed
Over every verdant blade
So that clouds may slide
On Dreamland's ride




God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Is the Riddle Armed?

Sincerely and with diligence
Do I stand for you to sit
Encircling fancy light shows
That have not an once of wit
Or hiding beneath platforms
That hold steak and pie or writ
Of excellence or of horror
My low role, my supporting bit
What am I?

The answer's entry on wiktionary


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey