Adam I Am

National Grief Awareness Week December 2nd - 8th

Synthetic futures construct a new line-

The wretched pasts we wish to forget

But it’s just a stitch in time

Parallel universes converge yet 

In just one here and now 

to be or not or know not how

Manufacturing consent, from hell bent, 

Criss cross derwent heaven revenant 

Across this blent air enmesh

Aromas of artificial flesh 

And hi-tech low spec electric

Diodes making cadavers flick

On and off with binary decisions

Responding uncertainly to quantum incisions

Envisioning the coming hellfire storm

Of demonic data yet to be born.

Never mind or never matter 

the antimatter of the fact

 Is this fake stuff can all wait until …

God makes our path straight.

So to all that I say

There is another way.

For a man I am.

And I will not eat 

Synthetic meat

Nor shall I dine

On artificial wine

Adam I am.

Born of pure earth and sky

A truer state reveals

What the outward flesh conceals 

That when cut we truly bleed,

When hurt we, crying, comfort need

For we are made not of data bits

Nor wire frames and electrics,

But of the breathe- of one great sigh

Of one pure kiss of the Most High.

  Patrick is a thirty-something with three siblings. He lost his dear mother in January 2021 when she fell ill and died suddenly. Psalm 61:2 speaks to him about leaning into God in times of loss, "From the end of the earth will I cry unto Thee when my heart is overwhelmed; lead me to the rock that is higher than I."