Sunday, May 15, 2016

Alan Inman- Three Poems

Head, Not Tail

If only I can believe
(and I know I can)
with trusting as I should

then the promises
of holy writ
come true again

then what was supposed to be,
what should be,
will then be.


My eye opens to truth
in moments before it matters
but better than too late

As ancient words
rise up to meet my eyes
that never made sense before

And I travel to the last
verse, buried deep.


I don't know what a cubit is
but I know the story of faithfulness
told to me in the steamy
old church room
I know the story of being the last
decent man on earth

then rocking and swaying
for 40 days and 40 nights.

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