Loss of God
Disorientation?
No!
Just a momentary lapse
Of balance
When you think
All is lost
Return to that sanctuary
Where the light
Is fleeting...or possibly gaining
Focus
Let the cosmos
Permeate your being
The here and now
Opens to endless fields.….
…..to countless tomorrows
Even the smallest soul
Deserves a second chance
Environment of mistrust
Is somewhat murky
Mistrust is seeded at our core
When we truly open our eyes
The fault is in each one of us
I have found it easy to despair
In a world full of woe
But I press onward
To give the smallest of souls hope
I just hope that hope is not beyond hope
The Kings of Konfusion
Must be laid to rest
Not by resistance…
…but by unconditional Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem