don’t do that
don’t try to persuade me
of things bereft of evidence or logic
feelings and beliefs are yours
they have no existence in the natural world
they come and then depart
like smoke in the wind
rain upon dry ground
conflagrations and floods may follow
leaving uncounted dead behind
but go they always do
so, stop
just stop
speak to me of logic and love
of evidence and eternity
sing with me of hope and forgiveness
as the children grow
building on what we leave behind
The Ace Hotel Notebook 