Sunday, November 14, 2010

Poetry from Elias Pierce

You strayed from the path that
God intended for you
And wound up in my arms.
I can only hope it was out of ignorance
God spoke to me once—
In a dream.   Or a nightmare.
I can’t remember.  He looked
Like a man.  I chuckled, because
There goes one of the ten commandments.
I don’t believe in god,
But you, you are so perfect
You must believe in heaven.
I have to go now.  I never
Wear a watch, but I always
Know the time.  Maybe
You’ll see me in heaven, but
I won’t see you.

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