Submitted by Nicholas Catron
And where do you find us?
We heathens on the fences.
When doctrine is too concrete,
for us to consider consequences.
What dogma can you give us,
when seasons saturate our souls?
A life deep in the thickets,
without hands on the controls.
Could we sing, glory on high?
Could we give, our lives on the line?
Or are we stuck, an essence denied?
Forever in the ether, no light to outshine.
Photo credit: Carvagio
Thank you for posting this! I appreciate it!
Thank you for sending us your work–it was an excellent poem
Well thank you 🙂
Nice sound in this poem.
Thank you, Frank!
I’ve come back to re-read this, and found yet more to enjoy and ponder.
I’m very glad that it’s given you something to think about 🙂