Ah, if only…
‘Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav’n.’*
No place is secure, not anymore.
No person is heaven,
No place, no time.
Not on Earth,
Or anywhere else,
Eternity included?
If only…
If it were true,
Those shocking verses,
No, not those!
The ones I see,
Staring at me,
In my mind,
In my heart,
In my soul?
If only…
That promise,
So special,
So absolute,
So delicious,
So sacred,
To so many,
And so disdained,
To so many more.
The doubt crawls
Up one side
And down the other.
It lingers…
Oh, if only…
…
…
*From Paradise Lost, by John Milton.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 