A Poem Of Faith In God's Mysterious Ways - Poem by RIC BASTASA

you are fed up
you want to do something
but you cannot

the problem has defined itself
in numbers, in letters,

you feel like a mole on a cheek
a small indistinct island in the pacific

in the middle of an ocean
a single celled amoeba
swimming across the great mucus
of a corrupted civilization

can there be another David for
another Goliath in my story?

Avatars' bows and arrows against
the missiles and rockets of my film
about manipulation and oppression?

a speck of dust against profuse light
an atom invisible to those giant eyes

God has His own ways to correct
these crooked lines,
I am fatalistic, i cling to the vine
of his miracles,
and at the end of this misery
i, shall, a flower be
caressed by the hands of time
of the rays of the

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 5, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, April 6, 2012

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