SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR
EYES OF INNOCENCE
I sneezed
open
the pathway to God
and saw
my holy father
staring back
urging me
to cross
through the light.
I said, Vanity of vanities!
I sang, Hallelujah, if you please!
I wept
until
the tears ran dry
and the flood
that came
helped carry me
to the other side
of
the great divide.
There is nothing new
under the sun
for sure
but the brilliant vision
reflected from
the spirit in the sky
remains forever
a blessed sight
to behold.
STOIC ANTICIPATION
There will come a time
when you are asked
to make a choice
and no man or woman
upon this earth
can help carry the weight for you
There will come a moment
when the strength of your shoulders
is truly tested
and the reward waiting
on the other side
is eternal life
There will come a day
when you are faced
with a final trial of faith
and don’t believe for a second
that you won’t be broken
sixteen ways to Sunday before it
arrives
FORKS ON THE LEFT
I is not always me.
You is not necessarily you.
This is the first lesson
that must be learned
when devouring
my poems
with two and one-quarter
grains of salt.
SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR
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