The Babylonian Naught
Each night I lay me
down to sleep
Dry eyes prepare themselves for their nightly weep
Hands clasped to protect one another from the dark
Fetal positioned like a question mark
My mind commences to wander in all directions
Contemplating the lot of Mankind’s imperfections
Questioning the need for humanity’s ubiquitous misbehavior
Where I ask is the intervention of the fallen Saviour
Restlessness incites me to ask that which I cannot
Answers in turn as mysterious as the Babylonian naught
Prayers persist in asking the unanswerable questions
Clues in time help ease the mind’s cramping indigestion
Life’s mysteries are the domain of the One Divine
Know only that we are infinite creatures crafted of spiritual twine
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
Joseph Pede
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