Give me something to believe in

Show me a god that you didn’t invent,
lead me to a knight without a bag of snakes,
reveal goodness that isn’t a façade,
take away the knives in my mind,
don’t try to sway me
with silky soliloquies void of veracity.

Point to the place where utopia sleeps,
unearth the diamonds from my dreams,
lay before my eyes concrete prizes
that will not evaporate before they’re opened.

Oh unveil a sky that has a spiral
I can ascend without it collapsing
never erect promises as dominoes,
which fall the second they are held.

Restore the enchantment
the wizard of fabrication’s legerdemain
caused to vanish,
turning my cerebral meadows
into wastelands, so cold and bitter.

Plant a garden that won’t die
from scorching summers I was told
didn’t exists.

Just take me to a single communion
with a chalice offering a drink,
able to make tomorrow
other than vinegar.

Do it until the taste becomes a wine
and I can again find the arms of trust
severed by cruel craftsman
of surety’s hatchets.