A twisted little about faith, and searching for the answers to the questions few dare ask. |
-Divinity Squared- by Keaton Foster In my face At my back To both sides Above my head Below these feet Divinity squared All that is known All that is seen Questionable Questions I’ll ask Often do I seem As if I’m well aware But be assured Well aware Is what I’m not Continually For the answers Will I plead People closest to me Are often forced to flee Most of them call me mad A pathological man In an insane land With a gun to his head And a knife to his throat All the while standing Upon the highest ledge Justifiable Are such assertions Often do I go Where they won’t dare Asking what most won’t Fighting every good fight While taking Quite a few casualties The battle Is sometimes over But the war rages On and on Nothing is free Most of all What it is that I seek Divinity squared Faith itself Does not keep me here But the idea of faith Has left me planted Like a tree Deep in the ground Like a weed Shallow In the mind Between I divide my time In my face At my back To both sides Above my head Below these feet A prison of salvation Unbuilt Unkempt I could leave I should flee But I won’t I have to know Just as I have to ask For a man like me There can be nothing else Divinity squared I will write each line I will consecrate myself To every impossible lie I will tell of what I know And of what I have seen Those who listen Those who understand Will in time Offer me a release But I know that I can’t leave No more than I can escape Here I will always remain A dubious prisoner of both The heart and mind… Divinity Squared Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |