St. Thomas the Apostle of Kerala ~ Thursday, July 9, 2026

I wrote four tales about the same events

written in the voices of different men
right or wrong, a narrative must be told
only after I finished, how intense
the tales became legend, truth near and far
except how can fiction be true? Amen

forget that I cannot ever grow old
or die but I must walk and bear this weight
until every human being, their star
restores its blinding light or becomes dark

tales of fiction appear as treachery
as blasphemy to those who see the spark
lightning without a bolt, each century
ends with believers in search of their faith
search Heaven and Earth, search Hell for God's sake

answers found in prayer, thoughts of a wraith
burdened with past mistakes, I pulled the brake
only the lever revealed my dark fate
until I could forgive myself and find
truth in the fiction, in the lie, believe

that God appeared, not just a holy man
how I long to find the spirit, unkind
exactly approximately this life

seems to withdraw before I can receive
absolution for grievances I scan
made manifest by disbelief, by art
events without consequences, such strife

eventually understood by no one
visions of angels and demons, who cares
everyone bears witness under the sun
not one soul fares better, who pays the fares
to sit in meditation is not smart
such is the horse jockey who rides the fence

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