Too many poets write god –
poorly,
shrouded in obscurity,
make obscurity a god.
Then read their garbled gospel
to the multitude on the Mount,
only to fail
and resort to whining angst.
Why struggle
to put to poetry
a foggy question mark?
When,
with a slight turn of the head,
like a dove seeking seed,
is revealed-
The Exclaimation Point!
With enough clarity and God
to save any searching sinner.
Poems by Ken 