Pass on a Poem

Belief by Marilyn Robertson  (pic)

On the way to the post office this morning,
I thought about the odd things we believe.

Things we swear by, pray to, put our trust in,
or wear printed on the back of a T-shirt.

Tarot cards. Crystal balls.
Runes and rattlesnakes.

First stars, second sight—
not to mention elves and Armageddon.

Just look at me, believing that someone
might have written me a letter,

that the world is in good hands,
that a man once walked out of a stone-cold tomb

into the light of day, leaving
poor old Death completely in the dark.


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