The Preserver

Meditations of the Sun.

The Preserver

 

I question the motives of the Sun

Why create so much?
Why preserve so much?

Are you the deity we have been worshipping all this time?

You are mocking me with your disrespectful still emptiness?
You may smile upon most with love and light, but I cannot feel such

Show me the way to live; you must have watched unfathomable souls in your time to know the correct way to exist

Through your wisdom and incomparable knowledge show me how to live my life

The clouds slide over, concealing the truths to our lives, dampening my hopes of reaching my dreams, do you not feel the same?

The moon is revealed through the suns glow as does Satan through Gods

Such things life shows us, and yet are all thoughts ultimately nothing?

 

I am infected with darkness and the sun will not help me

The only heat I can feel is searing despair

yet frozen in the shadow

The sky is so blue, a paleness that reminds me of my childhood

A baby blue I once cared for

Now it is a painful reminder of where I came from and the early memories that shape my self loathing, I would like to forget the colour of blue.

The day gets old; the deity lowers in our skies

Fades to a gentle tone of God. How beautiful, and so powerful is our provider and preserver

 

Why would I ever be remembered when I am a debt to mankind and its earth?

If every human soul is unique and priceless then when does our deity not know such?

Answer me great one, provide me with a purpose as well as a discernable life

I will not lie in my grave before you answer me

The evening’s sky is so vast and threatening

Closing my will into a silent murmur

My deity why do you disgrace me?

For I cannot, I don’t want to die alone and cold
Why shun me to isolation and plant me in such droning grief?

My preserver, what is your motive?