Light and Dark
God is a few aimless particles floating
In a vast emptiness.
Religion is finding meaning in circling
If we illumine life with a thousand suns,
Will we not be blinded by our own light?
Seem to ask:
If I can't rid the world of darkness,
I'd at least like to dispel the endless nights.
When people die
They don't become angels
— Only flowers.
Joshua Bocher works at public health non-profits in the Boston area. His poems have appeared in many publications, including Illuminations, Subliminal Interiors, The Germ, The Mind[less] Muse, and Point Mass. He lives with his wife in Somerville, MA.
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