Goldman
A bright spirit walks unseen;
truth, but not fact,
and is given direction
to the long-shuttered
Church of Holy Myth
and Mystery, where
no parishioners kneel
and the last believer
tends the flowered graves,
and the bell tolls
the unprovable,
and a trick of light hides
what might be,
and the truth is carried off
like a suitcase
of warm clothes,
and the facts
won't keep out the cold.
- Ralph Murre
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