Can’t choose a title...A Poem by Rosilani MurdochDo I call this VOID? or HOPE?One day there was a hole where my faith should be. I ransacked my soul psyche subconscious will heart conscience mind for any sign of a belief in God Heaven prayer an afterlife a higher power. Where once was a warmth comforting knowledge that everything would be all right now is empty. Losing something irreplaceable grieving I have to put on a good face. Be a proud Atheist. Don't let on how much I miss that indescribable unmeasurable priceless piece of me that was. Hope is double-edged blade. When I stumbled upon a tiny shred of it in the farthest corner of the most random place, I did not want to take it. * Ma A Japanese concept so simple yet illuminating in this dark. The pure imperative nothingness between all things. Ma. A throughly clean hollowness of possibilities like a vow yet to be fulfilled. Hope. Applying Ma to my dilemma, the void from the lack of faith isn't not bad permanent but somewhere to fill with something new. Maybe beliefs and convictions and warmth that is better improved enriched mended. One day. Hope. © 2017 Rosilani MurdochAuthor's Note
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