William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Pity and Desire

The star was a bright one. But when I got there,

All I found was an old man warming his hands by a fire.

It took my whole life, he said, and all of my breath, to prove I wasn’t a liar.

Ever since then, I’ve felt pity for God, and questioned my own desire.


[ 1538 ]

Categories: A Few More Scratches

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2 replies

  1. Ich nachvollziehe deinen Gedanken gerade und muss dir zustimmen. Gott hat es wahrlich mit uns Menschen nicht leicht. Aber ich bin mir sicher, es ist nur ein Ausruhen, kein Nachlassen…
    Herzlichst, Edith

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