Adeste Fidelis
confused innocents of limbo,
the unbaptized babies,
ignorant of nonbelief,
denied the Divine countenance.
What of them today? Still floating?
Explain that. Do I believe in the leader of
dark angels all muscle and teeth?
Father O’Neil and Sister Michael
say it’s a matter of faith,
a leap across clear minded
waters to the shore of
loaves of fishes, water to wine,
life reawakened from death.
Heaven awaits us all,
since before I was born.
since the last among us breathes;
it is peace; it flows energy.
My faith, such as it is, lies in
the virtue of life, procreation,
human kindness, sky and water.
I know of the sun and the moon.
Not of God and Satan.
Kathryn Collins
(revised) ©December 30, 2007
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