The great key

It is colder than the thermometer claims

as we near the end of the season

the season of dying

the fall

felt all the more keenly for fasting

hunger leaves space for faith.

The gate lies open

and the inscription above bids me enter.

Music comes from within

although no service is in train

and standing here on the threshold

only ancient oak separates me from God

but the door stays closed to me

the great key was turned from the other side.

(c) 2013 The Slush Poet

God of the gaps

NASA telescope detects ‘bonanza’ of humungous black holes

The Christian Science Monitor, 29 August 2012

Science reveals the deep fish of mind,

catches synapses thinking thoughts

to which the thinker is blind,

lays claim to the magical night sky,

bottles it, labels its bright outer skin

the afterbirth of all within.

And just when the world was becoming

so like a clock set running

by a maker with better things to do

than watch its slow wind down,

we found out even God can only guess

what happens next, perhaps

placing his bets with the rest of us,

sometimes black, sometimes red,

too busy to fill in the gaps that he left.

(c) 2012 Slush Poet