No room.

In realising
there is no room

for faith,

there is no sharp
blanket of easy belief -
anywhere between Mary
and an eternity of stars.

Marked out by a comet
of contrast, to us.

In the eye explosions of Hubble
space telescope - pictures of an
ungraspable, utterly edgeless
and immensely scaling height

inflame our senses
while robbed of all perspective

we look into the eyes
of our universe like a baby
preprogrammed to recognise
the features of our parent's faces

we must shake
to our very core, and reject all
given lore - to allow a glimpse
at a more realistic truth

that probably has nothing to
do with us - to catastrophically
shatter all illusions, mindlessly smear
our delusions out of all direction

but up there

the wind of seeds, blows
in all directions, at once with none
and thunder passes across echoes
of life given chances

to see, unbelievable nature

without nurture

without us - realising.
There is no more room

for faith.

by Gareth Rosser