Faith
Standing
here at the precipice,
Fists
at the ready
For
the next hit,
The
next blow,
Measuring
the distance
Between
the creation
And
death,
By
precise
Whispered
words,
Impulsive
steps,
And
the unsteady
Rhythm
of this beating heart.
What
invisible force
Leads
me into the infinite,
Keeps
me kneeling
On
shaky knees,
Hands
clenched
In
supplicating prayer,
Emits enough power
To
turn the next stinging blow
Into
a strength instead of weakness,
And forces
me forever forward
With
mountains of obstacles
Blocking
my path?
Perhaps
it’s because
Despite
all contrary evidence,
And
beyond all comprehension,
I
feel the embrace
Of
the uplifting spirit
In
the dark corridors
And
earthy pits
Littering
this wicked world.
Posted at Sunday Whirl
Sometimes..if not all times..the battle inside..not mention being in this world..with all its problems is huge..but somehow we get through..that is faith indeed!
ReplyDeleteI like the placement of your "?". With faith obstacles don't always have to block our path, just make us rethink how to continue on the path.
ReplyDeleteTurn every adverse situation into a positive one. I liked the way you worked your way through the anguish to making use of that uplifting spirit.
ReplyDeleteHope is essential to live in this wicked world. Well done.
ReplyDeleteLove the positive slant against wickedness. An uplifting spirit works miracles.
ReplyDeleteI too love the positive slant, the hope, essential to living in this wicked world.
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