Copyright 2001 -  M.D. Burke

Tragedy of Faith A part of me died today A burning effigy just a stone's throw away Tragedy of faith under sullen foot soles Dissonance Dissonance A soundless scarcity of conviction Impoverishing my soul I clasp my hands and stare at the shadowed chapel ceiling My faith forsaken in a thunder of uncertainty Apparitions chant subdued articulations Fragments and phrases swirling around the pews Holy things, gray things, innocuous things A mingling of discordant sounds Dry austere notes in their voices Hopeless Grieving Grace Distress Where do saviors go to die? A storm of dissension tears into me Arbitrary gusts surging and falling with no discernible rhythm Infernal seraphs deceiving me with fiery stares Silent figures flashing past through the dark swirling gales Illusion had an emotional influence reality can never reach It clings inside me like sooty cobwebs A cold and unseen crucifixion Sacrificing my spirit Why does The Creator only speak to me in stirs of sibilant sounds? I cannot reach The Light alone