Profession of faith
by Mike Noble
Issue 4: faith
© Vladimir
The old satellite dish
technology’s word made whole
in mute obsolescence stands
motor
hinges rusted
fiberglass
the receiver pointed
like a Sistine finger
to space
where a satellite once reigned o’er the earth
pointed to a deity
that answers not
that long since fell in flames
We believe in the Faster Almighty
breaker of heaven and earth
of all that is seen and obscene
in this belief do we build
with no day of rest
and see that it is good
not knowing any better
the dish stranded on the roof
the work of human hands
turns one, blind eye
toward the empty heavens.
Mike Noble
Mike Noble copes with his apprehension of technology as a Systems Analyst for a mental health clinic in Saratoga County, New York. His poetry is generally reclusive, but once made an appearance in Metroland magazine.
