Thinking about Faith, Thinking

 ​Thinking about faith, thinking
About God, thinking about
Soulful roads (in Peru alongside
The New Year River), with gout

Hobbling to fulfill soulful
Deeds, leads to shouldering
The yoke of heaven (that’s 
A lot of stars, smoldering

Nebulae, fretful tachyons).
It’s a little hard in the quark,
Even bitter, in the cosmic wind
Propagating through the dark.

Let us sweeten it by arranging
Our most refined senses
And our stellar ideas,
Brilliant, kind intelligences,

Until the word of God becomes
A lozenge sweet and pleasant
To the soul (or springing
Like a thrumming pheasant

From the road), this
Sweetmeat born from the core
Of the blazing stars, from
The inner corridor,

From the patterns they create,
Their waves of energy, 
Their points of light that shine 
As words, and blink their ABC.