Don't Believe

Don’t Believe

  ...along the roadside of your belief  the advertisers, the marketers,  the profiteers of misdirection,  the snake oil salesman’s pitch.    ...on the cobbled row of wise men  those most to be pitied—  the sleepers, doubters, skeptics, naysayers, deniers  or a certain man’s shadowed hanging form

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    ...on highways of jeering crowds  your bottom line of want midst  taunters, tempters, mockers, falsifiers, and weepers—  or the drumbeat of beating breasts.    ...your cul-de-sac of despair  Its bewilderment as companion,  perpetual meditation as end or  a final resting place for hope.    For this, too, was a day the Lord had made  for you who    believe in    ...that narrow lane of immutable, immovable truth,  Marys not so contrary and Cyrenes passing by,  lilies who spin and toil not, and  blackberry winter’s passing.    ...dawn, your destination’s end past which  stones roll heavy upon the earth  and dead among living  seek the living among the dead.    ...an ending as beginning   where listless, lifeless linens lay found   while the gardener greets his mourners    peering into an empty, cavernous tomb of ceaseless    hope.