have
The Peace of God
when

the rope lash is wrapped around your neck
and death gives you a final love bite

you stand at the edge of vertigo
between the desire and phobia of the leap from the tower of life

you feel the slow and steady stabbing of your lungs
with each breath drown by your rushing blood

you face all walls of darkness
the silent void of nothingness

you feel exquisite pain
the sort of pain you feel when you feel the first touch of a cold blade

you are tempted in the desert of the real
40 days and 40 nights of simulacra

you grab a broken plank
castaway with a monstrous whirlpool

you fall through the infinite bottomless pit
as if a sparrow shot by a playful arrow

you meet children
and witness their spontaneous laughter

you listen to His silence
together with those moments when you
weep and tremble at your filthiness;
weep and tremble at His graciousness

you come face to face with Him
at the dark colourful stage of prayer

a split second before your last heartbeat

Have the peace of God
when you pray to the silent void
of the Father
the Son
and the Holy Ghost

-
it is better to be haunted
than to pretend to believe in the tangible and the intangible transcendental.