You need me.

Life's been getting to you and

you can't quite handle it anymore

all on your own.

That's understandable.

You need me.

Keep focused on what matters the most.

Remember,

you're a god in your niche.

Everyone's got a place to be, and

yours is right here with me.

You need me

to fill you up and to make you whole.

Now how could you possibly part with me?

You need me

to interrupt your games and make you see.

So how will you keep me?

How will you hold on to me and

ensure that I'm yours?

Go ahead and break off

a little bit of your integrity.

You need me.

Listen, as we grow, we grow

increasingly subdued.

You're limited by your very nature,

my friend.

You've been becoming you.

You need me

to tell you why

the events of your life unfold as they do.

You need me

to give you purpose and a drive.

So how could you possibly part with me?

You need me.

By sky and branches in full leaf,

grey stone buttresses in waning light

are framed in stark relief. With architectural

ascension, those who dare to grab

fate’s scruff  fund edgy spires,

blood offerings or more ethereal stuff.

But who invented who, who built whose house,

who mounts whose wars to spread the various creeds,

never asking who carries out, writes up or canonizes

hear-say ‘s deeds.  Humans die by human’s hands

over schism’s verse and heresy’s chapter.

Differing theologies, conclaves, councils in their robes

and hats - which holds sway in the alleged here-after?

GIVEN NEXT                                                            OF CHICKENS AND EGGS