Godless Faith

Once upon a time..

 

I remember how the dirt felt beneath my knees, how the ground wasn't made for this. For this kind of desperation, for this kind of begging. There is nothing but the earth as far as I know. I can feel dirt and rock and nothing more. My hands are bound behind my back, my eyes covered and I raise my head, bellow into the space around me. No one is listening. Than it occurs to me, that I may not be outside at all. That the dirt is inside and I am sheltered, that there is no sky, and no salvation. I want of proof, like the Godless searching for a rational faith. I want an endless sky with reflections of light that we call stars that are sun's since past and sun's closing nearer to their end. The sky resembles us this way.

 

Lights and memories and Son's dieing needlessly.

 

I don't know what this place is, what I am certain of or what I am incapable of. I know only that I am searching, I am bound and there is a pull in my chest, that may or may not be my soul. It tells me to keep faith. Help is coming.

Reviews

[Saturn's Lover]

How eloquent and wonderfully written this piece is. It speaks from the soul.

[AtticusBlack]

I've felt like this many a time, love this story just because of how engrossing it it, I re-read and re-read, not because I didn't understand, just to marvel.