Keep Your Prayers
I guess I've never really
thought about it before
until it became more than
an exercise in intellectual
rhetoric teeming with stolidity
and disconnectedness of
inexperience. Pain in it's
purest, most deadly form
of total heartbreak burning away
all of my synapses in an instant
of spiritual fission
leaving nothing but the blind
faith of a broken heart instead.
Isolation in it's finest
configuration shining so bright
I could not think clearly. Like
my mind, God burned away
in an instant leaving my miserable
bones twitching in loveless
fascination on a far flung spot
in the Milky Way cold and burning.
Keep your prayers for those
who can manage to appreciate them
in their blue and green world
of sun and rain and all things
left in God's tread mingling with
imagination and delight. The weak
shadows there tolerate prayer and
supplication but not the absolute night of a
black hole sun. Not even God can exist here.
I like the implications here of being in such a dark night of the soul, that nothing can escape its blackness and god cannot even be found to exist there. The fact there are actual black holes (and even white holes, they say!) gives it a tinge of reality that makes the hairs at the nape of the neck stand up, at the least, and might keep one from sleep, should one dwell upon it for too long. A delicious piece, for reading and for musing. Well done, I wish there were more poetry with the deepness of this one.
Wow Keith! A searing verse that explodes in the mind like a supernova! What need have I of a God when human beings can create something as profoundly beautiful as this poem? Bookmarked! :) kath xxx
nothing is absolute we only see our impressions of what is at any given moment
Last month a nutrino exceeded the speed of light. It's usually when one reaches the absolute depth of dispair (ie: Looks death in the eye) that from nothingness a single mustard seed of faith can take root...like one measly speck star in a distant galaxy.
absolutely , a beautiful piece..Thanks for sharing..