by Kevin T. McEneaney
The origins of religions are lost
in fire, flames leaping into black air,
illuminating the Spirit within—
the voice of the poet speaking to God,
whoever that Unknown Being might be,
whose symbol is the burning orb
that delights the globe we enjoy.
Leaping flames spoke to old Zarathustra.
Moses meditating on Burning Bush,
heritage of poets against The Big Lie,
whatever it may be in their era—
voice of one crying out in Wilderness.
Societies grow fat with a Great Lie,
then disappear in dark like a spark.
