When they give you the blame
They plant seeds of doubt;
Doubting yourself, you take the blame
And the seeds take root–
Soon, you find yourself doubting God
But doubt is a tuber
Growing underground in your unconscious
Leaving you unaware that you don’t believe
A double negative that cancels out
As all flights are cancelled
Leaving you grounded
As close as you’ll ever get to your buried doubts
Until, in a miraculous flight of fancy
You imagine digging
And somehow, God knows how, begin to dig
After digging exhaustively and exhaustingly
Tortuously and torturously
At least six feet under
You grab your doubts by the roots
And rip them out of the ground of all being
And then, in a flight of imagination
See that they look almost exactly like potatoes
Ending the potato famine that never really was a famine
By swallowing them whole
Using your old fear to fuel still more fear
Only this time it is the fear of God
I’m tempted to say
Imagine that
But instead I’ll declare:
Remember this