Random Scribblings

Religion

Sitting in my technological center
Delving into the modern reincarnation
Of ancient secrets
Searching for my deeper self
In a hodgepodge of wisdom and folly
Always searching
for that elusive bit of knowledge
Even as I know
there is no One true answer
aside from that I give myself

january 2002
The Longing Way Home

Driving, cruising through the still dark air
The roundabout, the adventurous way home
Windows rolled up and AC foiling the heat
In our 4-door chariot so green we're a black shadow
Hungrily watching each house we pass
Some, old ladies in wide skirts
Others in middle age, neat and tidy, combating not embracing age
Occasionally a newer structure, a teenager with too much eye makeup
in a solemn Sunday morning congregation
The occasional window displays a living diorama
A bubble of life, a spot of color, before my seeking eyes
Party, solemn meal, empty rooms juxtaposed in disconcerting succession
The personality of each home increases my longing tenfold
A house, made a home, a shelter for dreams, as well as flesh

july 2001




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