Gregory Liffick

Religion

Making
saints
of weak
impulses.
Seeing
in every
deadly sin
necessary
miracles
for canon-
ization
of self-
indulgence.
Building
a teetering
church
on a
crumbling,
unsteady
rock.


Immemorial

The bones
of old
contention
poke up
through
lasting
battle-
grounds.
We trip
over
the
skeletons
of past
wars
of hearts
and minds.

{Poetry by Gregory Liffick}