THE MADNESS IN GOD

There is a great madness
in the heart of God.
All the saints are fearful.
The holy temples are haunted
by martyrs of long ago.
The people of the world
are disillusion and apathetic.
In the silent prayer hall
all the nuns gather to pray
for miracles.
There is no answer from above.
A fly stumbles unto the window sill
and dies from the approaching coldness.
It foretells the death of God.

Something has truly died
from the world.
The poet's compositions are mundane
and disjointed.
The lack of harmony is evident.
The magicans knows only trickery,
And the mystics take solace in Jung.
Only the mad man is holy now.

And now, here comes the madness in Christ.
Here are the master painters of the underworld.
Here is god, unnamed, unworshipped.
And you see now, only the madman in the rain
worship this god.