To be believed is stronger than to believe

"Then the arrow, sharp as hate, shears through the same air she blesses and misses her by several feet." Paul Hoffman - The Last Four Things


He glistens:
like the sun off the sea.

He moves:
like the waves: fluid, methodical.

He carries the face of a man
outside the heart of a bear, caged
looking, wanting but cannot touch.

Designed purely to rip flesh, and
drive himself through the heart of life.

He is who he is told he is;
the left hand of God.
Belief in him is what makes him,
for he is just a boy, stirring doubts.