To Believe is Naive

To Believe is Naive

To believe, is naive
A circle, forever spinning
Forever spinning.
Illustrious bellies, full of contentment, and denial.
You force upon others, your stories and fancies,
and forget to even ask,
if the fanciful be inconsequentially, dependable.
My face, full of you, and you take, from my robe, and you take, from my sling.
Whispers, whisper man of the cross. Whisper your tales and your chants.
The candles flicker, and the chorus rings, and you hum dum till one.
And we rise, and we sit, and we rise, and we sit.
Sing. Greet. Chant. Sing. Speak. Sing. Farewell.
A book of yonder years, scrutinized, bantered,
written, change, written, change. Of man.
To say you know. To say there is. To say He.
Do you not know? One who says they know, knows nothing. Know, nothing,and you will know everything.
My ears! Cover my ears! Take from me you, you who thrusts, and begs, and demands.
Hands open. To receive. Not the word of God.