Faith is a fickle friend. Here are two poems, to give equal time to Doubt and Belief. They also present conflicting impressions on nudity: is it a form of vulnerability, or of freedom?
First, to express doubt, I offer a “Feathered Thing.”
And then again, there are those transcendent moments that call forth belief, and so we’ll answer that dismal “Feathered Thing,” with the upbeat, “Uplifted.”
Care to comment? I’d love to get some reactions — to the poems, to the ideas, to the debate.