10-14-2017, 05:19 AM
Ovinaphobia
You think I carry summer in my blood
when I don’t use a sweater,
when the wind chills and the trees are bare.
You wonder why I drink coffee
in the evening till I resonate
with the stars, never noticing
that I’m too afraid to close my eyes.
You believe I’m an atheist
when I refuse to go to church
to meet Jesus, the Lamb
of God, who takes away the world’s sin.
You think I carry summer in my blood
when I don’t use a sweater,
when the wind chills and the trees are bare.
You wonder why I drink coffee
in the evening till I resonate
with the stars, never noticing
that I’m too afraid to close my eyes.
You believe I’m an atheist
when I refuse to go to church
to meet Jesus, the Lamb
of God, who takes away the world’s sin.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson