human is to deal with death,
and I have wagered all to taste the fruit
is to court the risk of failure, and so I
this tree of knowledge of despair.
And to be human is to know that God
illusion, and so I have made myself
human enough to doubt and disbelieve.
is left for God to understand?
Faith is the gamble of a dying man.
condemned son cries out into the dark
guessing his father hears, yet will not come.
of love is this that keeps such silence?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?