A Modern Eustache Dauger, Or A Christian Sage

There is certain irony, like cold sunlight

dancing on red and yellow leaves on a cold autumn morning

with illusion of warmth, when

a man who could not give answers

to the mysteries of his own life, whose

relationships were Gordion's Knots no sword ever tested,

when such a man gave a fountain of answers

to those who sought guidance and hope

in a world where he himself couldn't find solid ground

to stand on and to remove his mask. (Yet,

would there have been a face behind

that velvet cloth?) The sage

who had no answers to give to himself

poured them to others; the man enchanted

by Pagan myths telling how to live a Christian life

in a modern world while pining for the medieval world

that never was. There is certain irony, of the

bitter sort, like when a panthalassic ocean Eden

is revealed to be a volcanic Hell

that once was Perelandra, a planet of seas.

13.08.2017