Thunder

June 16, 2022 ~ Kenneth P. Gurney ~ Leave a comment

Paul was struck
by his lack of desire for the Abrahamic God
or any of the thousands of interpretations
of the Word perpetrated on the day.

He decided as a child
he had not failed Sunday school
but it failed him
as it tried to indoctrinate his behavior.

He admitted some of the stories
were good to know in a vague way
like knowing where one hill is
among thousands of nameless hills.

Paul pulled water up from the well.
He knew no matter
what he believed
the water would be the same.

Afterlife

August 19, 2020 ~ Kenneth P. Gurney ~ Leave a comment

It is the matter of heaven.
And what it will be.
Is right now.

For you
whatever you think
is how it will shape itself.

Those people who have returned
from the white tunnel
to hospital beds confirm this.

If you expect family,
family waits for you
with a hug upon arrival.

If you expect rolling hills
with fields and farms—
voila!

Harps and clouds.
Only if you truly desire them.
And wings.

Redrawn

June 4, 2019 ~ Kenneth P. Gurney ~ 1 Comment

Cherry popsicle juice
dribbles down Paul’s chin.
Red sugar water
attracts a humming bird
who hovers in front of his face
with hunger and indecision.
The wing vibration quivers the air
so much like a musical note
of a sustained piano key
that it lines up
all of Paul’s factual truths
so they delineate
the boundary that separates
knowledge from belief.

MILESTONE

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Love & Light

Kenneth