Poems
by Richard LeDue

 

Shards of a Thought

 

Faith shouldn’t need to be loud

like a stranger gingerly tapping

on my car window

to tell me about Jesus

while shattering whatever thought

I was lost in,

but faith ought to be soft,

as if it was a smiling angel

taking someone’s hand as they die,

just before damning them to hell.

 

 

 

 

 

Cosmic Streetlights

 

Waiting for Charles Bukowski

to write me, but it’s not for anything

poetic or literary. However, I want proof

that there’s a god up there,

who’s short enough to need a ladder

to change the cosmic streetlights,

where souls fly around like mayflies,

refusing still to believe

how short their lives were. 

 

 

 

 

 

Just Slow Enough

 

Too often we believe in ourselves

being like the ocean,

pushing around others and objects,

but we’re really drops of rain

falling from the sky

just slow enough to ponder

if we’re god’s tears

or a typical result

from a nimbostratus cloud.

 

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