They come in darkness,
Under cover of night they drift
In lumbering slobbering mass,
To settle and gnaw upon time.
Once it took Jesus to fight them,
A son killed by the Father
To beat back the evil things,
Eve had seen in man.
I watch them with my heart,
Feel them emerge with my eyes;
Nothingness is the cover from which they crawl
To squat and scratch at the sparking dark.
Speaking in tongues with language dead,
Sometimes Father Patrick, but mainly it’s my fathers voice.
Through spit and broken teeth they whisper,
“No” always and forever, “no.”
DM
For her as always.
Gorgeous writing as always Dan 🙂
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Wow Dan! Deep thoughts. Love Lib
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