Windows to the Mind

Towering church walls,
devoid of color aside from that,
which spews awkwardly from stained glass windows,
the people are silent,
listening to the haunting echoes of one man's speech,
words meant to comfort, but break,
their unintended target, something hidden deep,
buried under years of torment,
and pain,
while I wish to kneel,
why such empty halls to know his name?
Empty eyes, and words which do not heal the scars,
such a tragedy can not be named,
and tears shall never be the same.
I find my comfort in the brilliance of the stars,
patterns woven into the night sky,
a tapestry of light to guide the way,
when only darkness exists and silence breeds,
more noble than that which imperfection can ever touch,
while humanity forgets that imperfection is in all of us,
and quite simply...
the stars are not there to judge,
they hang in the sky without masks or pointing fingers,
without whispers and sideways glances
I believe that God is in everything we touch,
and he created beauty,
so we may know wanderlust. 
When mankind fails us,
and faith dodges our glances,
we can hold tight to things, both nature and beauty,
like eyes that drink the heavens,
because it's all that's left, of true healing.

Reviews

[Wynter Ignatius]

The kaleidoscope that is the mind's eye often paints the world as we want to see it not as it often is, but yet we dream, yet we wish and yet we see the beauty that many often are blind too in the simplest of things. We are all imperfect in our own rights yet seem to find it in those rare souls that we gravitate towards regardless of distance or other hindrances. We are creatures of our own habits that often get stung by those closest to us yet find people that are by random chance someone we suddenly can't seem to be without in our lives even in the later years of our lives.

Faith comes in many forms yet others seem to judge many on their own faith rather than reflecting upon their own faith, morality and loyalty to the very ideals they would preach upon others. You have covered this eloquently and put a bit of yourself into this that speaks beyond the mere words here.

Kudos dear and keep it up. Soon I hope to see much more of this kind of work from you.

[Aramey]

There is plenty more to come, I am but a slave to my passion :) Thank you for taking the time to review.