• Substantial

    There is a breathless waiting
    To our living here with
    A sort of disquiet in
    Our everyday beliefs.
    We want to know everything
    About anything there
    Is to know, because waiting
    Is so overrated.
    It’s like a migraine. It aches,
    This lack of concrete fact.
    We wonder how they survived
    On a diet of words
    And no action. Just their faith
    And strained wishful thinking.
    We want so much more than that.
    Religion feeds the soul
    In theory, but we desire
    Something more than ancient
    Texts full of ancient commands.
    We want to see and feel,
    Breathe a God into our lungs,
    Need to touch to believe—
    Thomas reincarnated.
    Is it so wrong to need
    Reassurance of our faith?
    That is what they tell us.
    But faith is a fragile thing,
    A pretty bauble to
    Wrap and package carefully
    And place on the high shelf
    Of our sophisticated minds.