How Do We Find Hope in the Absence of God?

Lazarus
The Brain is a Noodle
2 min readAug 10, 2022

A Sestina on the Modern World Stage

Photo by Arturo Rey on Unsplash

Night and day,
Wanton spread of lies; disarray,
Where christened lands once purer,
Is now become a sepulchre of devilish desire,
Where art thou, spirit?
Such rampant treachery!

Horrific are we, to enable such treachery,
Distracted souls, no matter the day,
Blindfolded, is this the fate of the human spirit?
Devils laughing while we are in disarray,
What is this, a competition of unending desire?
None left pure, only question of purer.

“I am pure, no I am purer!”
Good grief! Of course ego partakes; more treachery!
Deception so deep it could quench La Laurie's barbaric desire,
Cursed is this wretched day,
Belching as I observe the crowd in disarray,
Where art thou, kind spirit?

I beseech thee, O holy spirit!
Ominous stench covers that which could be purer,
The devil loves seeing us in disarray,
Avoiding our jugular, slow burns by treachery,
Complacency abounds, waiting for “The Day”
You think they will wait too? To fulfill their desire?

It does not work that way, you see desire-
It won’t, won’t ever tire, it siphons your spirit,
They force you to work, work to seize the day.
Cattles they swoop from the lands once purer,
Tis’ all they do, theatricality, deception, blatant treachery.
Watch as the world stage enters peak disarray.

Where art thou heavens? Delivering us to disarray?
Where art thou to stop Satan’s desire?
Thy Will be undone? I thought you impervious to treachery!
Look at the collective spirit!
We could all be purer!
Still waiting, waiting for that elusive day!

Just when is this day? Enough with the state of disarray!
We need this world purer! Too much to ask for? What about the devil’s desire?
People atop performing works of treachery; tarnished spirit!

Author’s Note: This was my first ever attempt at a Sestina.

My goal was to delve into the human psyche and deliver truths; catharsis. The pent-up frustration of the collective consciousness, through the use of the written word.

May this also serve as a reference, one that we may (hopefully) look back at with a smile. Endure.

Godspeed.

— L

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Lazarus
The Brain is a Noodle

“The Broker of Truths”. I Use Poetry To Let the Light In. To Be the Crack in the Illusion. Feel Truth of the Highest Order. Question Your World. Pro Beauty.