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to be human 
is to deal with death

so I have wagered all 
to taste the fruit 
of this desolate
new Eden

to be human
is to risk failure

so I embrace 
this tree of knowledge 
of despair

and to be human 
is to know 
that God 
may be illusion

so I have made myself
human enough 
to doubt 
and disbelieve

what else is left 
for God to understand

faith is the gamble 
of a dying man

the condemned son 
cries out into the dark
knowing his father hears 
yet will not come

what kind of love is this 
that keeps such silence

my God
my God 
why have you 
forsaken me

Fourth poem of seven in the sequence words from the cross.  Revised in December 2017.

Godfrey Rust, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for details of permissions for use.