De profundis, a poem

Having some fun with the sonnet form here. Comments and criticism always welcome.
This one is dedicated to Spas.

Are all religions nothing but a fraud?
Was every single prophecy a lie?
And is it wrong to think a lonely god
Saw fit to create men who live and die?

In all this empty space, stars pale and dim
Glimmer in an empty, sable sphere.
Are there none to hear us when we cry to him?
Are there none but stars and nebulae anywhere?

In all the universe’s deep infinity
Are we the only sentient ones who can
Contemplate the notion of divinity,
And in the spiraling galaxies discern a plan?

How melancholy if it were for certain known
That through the black of space we drift alone.

–Stephen P. Smith

4 Responses to “De profundis, a poem”

  1. July 27, 2007 at 10:06 am

    Absolutely love the rhythm and mood of this. I read it three times, not because I didn’t understand, but because I needed to, wanted to float away another time on the journey between beliefs and the vastness (and loneliness) of the universe.
    It’s one of those poems that need to be framed and hung somewhere where your eyes and mind catch it at least once a day….preferably in a silent moment.
    It’s deeply beautiful and profoundly human.

    Thank you for the dedication…… I’m very honoured…. SP

    It is I who am honored by your kind words.


  2. 2 ~m
    July 27, 2007 at 8:07 pm

    Deep as space, Mr. Smith.
    It’s a beautiful thing when words come together in this way.

    Thank you!

    Sadly, it’s not often enough.

    Very true. I’ve got something stuck in the pipe line tonight and it just won’t come out!

    You seem inspired these days and I know damn well it’s not me.

    You have your role. 🙂

    Must be Spas.

    She helps, believe me.

    She is something of an inspiration to all of us.
    If I better understood the world of poetry I’d offer something more profound. Sorry.
    Whatever was in your pipe the other night, smoke some more of it.
    Was it SO by any chance?

    Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for the kind words. I do think this was one of my better efforts.


  3. July 27, 2007 at 11:49 pm

    You two are too much!:-)
    And by the way, while reading your and M.’s back and forth I realised that the word Space and Spaz/s isn’t that far off, sure it wasn’t a typo, the dedication I mean ? 😉

    Absolutely sure!

  4. 4 Sam
    August 3, 2007 at 2:33 pm

    Much inspiration lately, Mr. Smith. Even though your brain has been through the ringer in the last few months, us selfish fools have been the beneficiaries of your contemplation. This being one of your most captivating. Well done.

    Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.


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