Written by Ruth Marie Paterson
Is the veil so thin
that a prayer could pierce it?
In the dark an angel and a demon look the same to me.
I am a child of the scientific age,
a brave new world of cold, hard evolution.
She met God on mushrooms,
but he’s a sober atheist.
What am I?
On the other side a Spirit labours
sowing seeds into the hearts of men.
They cannot lift the veil
(although a pin could pierce it).
We wait anxiously, with our
frayed edges and twisted bodies
hoping there’s a Spirit world,
but content to bury our dead
in the meantime.
If another world broke through to us,
would we know it?
How grand the mystery, how deep the Spirit,
and how thin the veil
we cannot lift.
