Poetry list

simulacrum

nothing is at is seems
reality is never mine
my neighbour redefines it
and creation is not
eternity
the path to truth
accepts provisionality
the road of promise
demands abnegation
losing life to
gain it
takes us
to a mystery
that is so real
all else is
passing but
leading us
through the
power of sacrifice
into all truth
and the joy
that has no end
truth’s calibration
is out of reach
the focus
that enables
us to see
is a gift
and a
contradiction
I can only
see with
other’s eyes
and the other
is the Father’s Son
what am I
a father’s child
a mother’s babe
yet eternity is
sown in my soul
and I must go
where love’s
substance calls
nothing is at it seems

© Neil Thompson 2022