A man goes to a bar and
Upon ordering his drink will stare
Into it;
As if for some way, some how
The drink itself will give him answers
To this thing we call life.
As if the ice or the stones themselves can
Somehow align in such a way as to tell us
To leave this girl, or talk to this one
Or quit drinking…
Upon ordering his drink will stare
Into it;
As if for some way, some how
The drink itself will give him answers
To this thing we call life.
As if the ice or the stones themselves can
Somehow align in such a way as to tell us
To leave this girl, or talk to this one
Or quit drinking…
A different man will go to a holy building
The following day and stare
For hours, at figures planted before him.
As if some way, somehow,
A voice from another world can
Whisper the answers to him while he
Lies humbly on one knee.
As if the answers will align in such a way to tell him
To leave this girl, or talk to this one
Or quit praying…
The same two men may
By chance
One day pass each other;
The holy man scowling as
The smell of booze permeates from
The first man’s clothes.
The second man passes, cringing at
The symbol draped desperately
Across the holy man’s chest.
Both on their way to sit and stare
At whatever object
Gives them the ability
To go on.
Neither of them knowing that
The ice will melt, in fact,
Just as fast as the church will close;
And the hope that found its way
Into those places
Will find its way into two more.
The following day and stare
For hours, at figures planted before him.
As if some way, somehow,
A voice from another world can
Whisper the answers to him while he
Lies humbly on one knee.
As if the answers will align in such a way to tell him
To leave this girl, or talk to this one
Or quit praying…
The same two men may
By chance
One day pass each other;
The holy man scowling as
The smell of booze permeates from
The first man’s clothes.
The second man passes, cringing at
The symbol draped desperately
Across the holy man’s chest.
Both on their way to sit and stare
At whatever object
Gives them the ability
To go on.
Neither of them knowing that
The ice will melt, in fact,
Just as fast as the church will close;
And the hope that found its way
Into those places
Will find its way into two more.