Some ideas are like shooting stars they flash through my head and are never seen again. This one arrived and departed leaving me to fashion it into something coherent which took much longer.
PROOF
Opinions were aired
for no other reasons
than it was raining outside
and people have mouths
and a need to use them
One of those days
you know the sort
when the talk settled on Jesus
was he real
She thought he could have been
though wasn’t sure
whatever he was
he was only a man
the rest of it was made up
Then her husband chipped in
what do you know
none of it was real
and you’re the fool
for thinking that it was
Those of us listening
would rather have been elsewhere
[preferably with a drink in our hands]
and then I reflected on
how many times this conversation has happened
since that day they nailed him to a tree
Who has not questioned another's existence? The further from the event the more doubt. This may appear in a post again. I am not sure it's there yet.
Naissam Jalal has a new album out, it's well worth a listen. Here's Tear's in Delhi's Fog.
Until next time.
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