In crystal shard or sky-clear orb
By upward falling waterfall
or blackhole flower absorbing
all the shit we ever fought for,

The Knight of Faith will clean his blade
in waters pure as snow that melt
where mountaintops through clouds do wade
and everything we ever thought or felt
evaporates to bright blue sky,
recalling only Purest Love:
forgetting all the surrounding lies —
every pull, every shove.

In mystic lands where ogres pant and wheeze
and Yetis hide their heavy tracks,
where pilgrims march upon their knees,
with crosses strapped upon their bowing backs,

The Knight of Faith may slay his hopes
and fears with violence thieved like fire
from the gods, with indifference, shadow and smoke
he borrowed from the Fates — too eternal to conspire,
too blessed to nit-pick, to infinite to care
what people believe do say, how they wear their hair.

The Knight of Faith his shield he polishes
A mirror round and perfect to espy
Medusa’s fanged and wriggling locks — which is
not needed now. She’s changed I don’t know why
but anymore she keeps the dark magic under a hat
and you can just ask her help and she’s cool like that.

All around every town rubble lays
fallen cities with dragon carcasses
their broken necks splintered this way
and that in the dusty clutter
homes churches fields: a bloody circus
dead peasants clergy nobles and others
who strayed by chance into swift blade
of our Knight his Faith a battle for to wage.

By virtue of the Absurd more heroic
than the hero who live in the open
in morality in values universal

By virtue of the Absurd more wise
than the wise who pray that God reveal the way
to a gentle kind resolve that ties,
interlines heart and mind into the soul that shines
through everything everyone the bells that ring across and through the sun

By virtue of the Absurd more faithful
than the humble churchgoer who prays for everything
who puts God first and lives only to ever sing
the praises due a God of perfect holy Love.

Knight of Faith:
Will God tomorrow slaughter me
like fatted cattle roasting sweetly
on altar stone? My faith I see
a blazing start of art discreetly yet metely
reorienting us all
to health wisdom orders that don’t fall
to meanness, folly, vanity, dishonesty
whathaveyou bullshit commodities

Discarded:

I couldn’t find that heart with space
for worries mine, who might face
with challenges local near
or communal far.