Elegy for a Lost God, by Jennifer Weigel

Coming at’cha every Sunday at noon Eastern Standard Time EST – here’s more creative content craziness from Jennifer Weigel…

If not for time, I would still know your name.
It sits on the tip of my tongue in wait.
I spoke, and breath to your being became –
Even from my harrowed bedraggled state.

I knew not the bounds of your divine frame
But you ascended to your throne too late.
I had hoped that you would be glad I came
Though now I just linger at Heaven’s Gate.

You dwell in that space between hope and shame
For all that I may chalk it up to fate,
And so nothing will ever be the same –
I am naught but another apostate.

(Image features Reversals altered mirror image aerial photography of sky over ocean still from Angels video.)