What mind?
Where did I get the foolish notion
of having brains
Wisdom
or wit?
What value are thoughtless thoughts?
frivolous fathoms
and curious kitsch
So shallow my delves
even shallow graves are deeper
Yet the cheshire grin never leaves my heart
smug satisfaction in pies of mud
superior to sand
but not to the hourglass
What lies at the end of these thoughts?
What last tick before the eternal stillness
the lasting Silence?
my hope it is like the trust of a child
the hope of a bairn
the reverence due a king
Love wished to a Father
that would be a gift
I do not have to give
to receive first
to kneel
requires a Mother's Wisdom
May I?
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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