The Path Of A Six Year Old Believer! Poem by Mark Heathcote

The Path Of A Six Year Old Believer!



The path of a six-year-old believer!
Love, in absence
Where did "He" go?
Out for a pack of Marlboro cigarettes
Or to join the latest cabaret, pantomime show.
Who amongst us would know?
Didn't "He" say his love?
Would be eternal, "Sister"

Isn't that just a tinselled, cover-up?
Another green Cyanide-pill
A vitamin for the heart and soul (Banal)
Take your medicine. Ask no questions.
Nothing, meaningful or maternal (Here)
Just another missing Christmas… (Gift) (Wish)
That melted with the first snow.

Of course, we're all missing, you, Father?
Of course, we're all shallow children and Father
Of course, we'll swallow any old-lie whole.
The more strange or insane the better (Yes)
Yes, then the better the mystery (Gift)
The more real will be the truth,
We'll open and attain…On Christmas day.

"Sister"
Isn't that his grand design his plan?
The path of a six-year-old believer
Chockfull of tears, snowing in wrath!
Of course, we'll all swallow a lie!
When; it's our turn to? When it's
Our path, amongst; winters cascading snow.
"Father" where did your footsteps melting go…

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