Blessed Assurance from Strange Flesh by Steve Slagg

Once
When I was part of something bigger
I’d look up at the sky and feel small
Small
Like a finger on a trigger
One part of a powerful whole
Whole
A word I used without confusion
Irony or anger or fear
Fear
Made its bed with me each evening
I’d close my eyes and know you were near
Now
It’s all in my head
Show me the immanent world
And I’ll climb back in bed
Cause there’s a mystery
That used to live inside me
But for many years now it’s been gone

Gone
Gone without a witness
But the places where you stood still remain
Names on a calendar, the church down by the a corner
And a space in my brain
Same sacred moments spill over
Same ordinary sufferings come every day
No blessed assurance either way
You know, it really fucks me down
You’ve got nothing left to say

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