Script Reading

 

What words need writing?

What words need reading?

Are we listening?

Is God speaking?

 

Inside my head

the noise is deafening.

Outside, the wind

answers the questioning.

 

It’s all there

just for the taking,

forsaking self,

for our creating.

 

The chances, slim,

but odds worth making.

Through the din

I hear you speaking.

 

Holy words,

or damned curses.

Blessed hymns,

satanic verses.

 

The soul exults,

the body worsens.

As our scene ends,

they close the curtains.

  

  

HG – 2021

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