and always, this struggle toward normalcy
as though birth an accident and everything
following a happenstance of should, could,
would, must . . . life a plague belying holy
myths of predestination; we amble toward
pleasure, skitter hither and yon avoiding
pain — or trying in vain, rather, to fly
from infirmity, calamity, and all
manner of inconvenience or distress.
yet what about our revered saints? monsters
of faith who welcome the fire of arch angels
into their minds and hearts for the sake of holy
revelations and swallow the sins of us all
in the name of salvations unattained . . .
David M Pitchford
27 March 2012