Sonnet

Taste and see that the Lord is good.
The humble will hear and be glad.
My sight was covered as by a hood.
My time night thoughts were sad.

The doubts were drearily swirling.
How could a faith healer build stars.
But in my dream I saw this flowing.
Into a place as dead as Mars.

And belief was an ever wider stream.
Full of art and music and exploration.
This was now a joyful dream.
Of full bloodied happy sensation.

And so I greeted another day.
And thus I keep depression at bay.

Haiku

Can God create stars
Surely this isn’t possible
But alternative?