| Death of the Almighty Bouncing against the backdrop of a fledgling faith your glory danced on the wilting wick. I raised my eyes to you as you sat on your waxen Mt. Sinai, casting shadows to show where I should walk. Each gospel, each verse dripped into the basin of my mind, molding my beliefs within the glass confines of Christian doctrine. The match of Intellect flared sparking the tinder of Ideas. I watched you slowly descend as Knowledge wore away at the pedestal of my love. In those last hours of guttering light, I threw out my hand grasping at your remaining strength. My fingers withdrew from the heat of your last angry sputter, a father�s unconvincing judgment, as I snuffed out your flame with the blanket of my incredulity. |