Infield’s prayers

 

A winter’s sun rises again

Less rain at the season of pain

And less becomes the pain

 

For less I desire and less I do wish

As desire leads to sin

And I wish to be saint

A sin then I have made

For desire became my wish

 

Blasphemous it is to believe

If you believe in lies

And I lie just to believe

That I am a saint

 

Yet why shall I pray

If prayers don’t change god

And why shall I wish

If wishes can’t change the world

 

And why shall I love

If love left my sight

A man without an eve

Is a war without a fight

 

And why should I trust

Friend without loyalty

And why to wish more

And escape our reality

 

Just like an infidel’s prayer

Who disbelieves in god

Don’t wish for what’s not there

For wishing is a fraud

Reviews

[nono]

Beautiful write. I love the description it's very well thought through...But I would use bigger print...my eye's are bad I need glasses my left eye is weaker than my right..weird I know. But all in all this poem is very nice, keep the requests coming you won't believe how bored i am! lol once again nice job!

[olla]

this has a lot of truth in it.. I like it very much.. it flows nicely.. well written..

[RainQueen]

Poignant description of the internal struggle between dark and light. Sometimes...I suspect that not all of us are called to be "saints," no matter how we long to be...

[WhiteWillow]

This is a lovely write. Thought-provoking and well constructed.

[Pi Cee]

But still there bring hope in its fraudity. False all the same, but at our last string our grip will get tighter.

[Aline S. Iniestra]

Wow, this poem is marvelous. Liek a labyrinth of thoughts and reflections, and a wonderful conclusion. Love this!

[Dark Angel]

That's sad... You basically say never to hope for it will only lead to destruction... It was good though. I'm a fan of your rhyme scheme.

[Coyote Poetry]

Few saints in this world. Could use more kind people. I never understood the hate in this world. I live in the Detroit area. We have a huge Arab population and Jew population. We get along and help each other. War is just excuses to allow rich men to gain wealth. All men and woman want a safe place to live, food and schooling for our children. I prayer everyday my children will have a chance at a good world. A amazing poem.
Coyote

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh..lovely..though I think that it is human nature to wish...You know, even in writing our poems..are they not expressing wishes ? Are they not themselves like wishes? Do we not wish to somehow alter the world with them? Or at least the moment of one person who reads them?
But I can relate so well with wanting to be a saint and knowing that I am so far from it...yet, I think that perhaps conscious trying..trying to control base human desires/senses/emotions..and trying to be good...is much..well, I think..it is not disregarded by God...and however long the road...eventually one Can reach the destination safe and sound
As always....beautifully written!