Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney


It took him years, and would have needed more.
He preached his god and sat upon his throne.
He sometimes feared that he believed alone.
His queen perhaps, for love, chose to ignore

priests' whispers, would be true beyond his death.
How many others? He looked round his court
saw some who might be true, or would stay bought
with favour or with fear. And yet God's breath

was all around them, and they would not see
that light and heat were all of the Divine
we need – the sun both God and his clear sign.
Priests might erase his name and heresy

but could not scrub out that great staring eye
his sermon and his witness in the sky.
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