SILENT MUSINGS

in #poem7 years ago (edited)

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Is my love diminished by your lack of love? Is my faith not strong because you have another? Is my family less worthy because they were born here? Is my forgiveness less deserved because I'm not famous?

Over and over I've been told, be who I want to be. I can do anything I want. That I am worthy and deserving of grace. That I am wonderfully special. That there is always someone out there for me. That there is a God for me and my family.

Every soul has a light. And every light has its moment to shine. What we think of someone as a person does not change the light of their soul. Even the most despicable of us has a light. Not every light shines on the same events. The world is larger than you may think and sometimes light falls into places that no one ever sees.

I am not arrogant no matter what you think. You do not define my light. I like the color of your light. I want to know more about where it comes from. I want to learn as much about light as I can. Because the lights that I witness are so different from mine. It is human nature to seek the reason for creation. And in this I am a seeker, undefinable by you. I am immune to your logic, your reason, and your short-sightedness. I am not immune from your scorn, hurt, carelessness.

My love is not diminished by your lack of love but my heart is broken by it. My faith is strong no matter what yours is but from your indifference mine will not be shared. My family is worthy of everything. But today they take a second seat because of their location. I deserve forgiveness at every turn, for I do not have the money to buy it.

I cannot fix the world. I cannot fix me so I cannot fix my place in it. Full of lights that cannot see.
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Really SILENT, thoughtful and intelligently composed poem you've got here.
Good Job.

Thank you so much @nathanonliner

Hmmmm every soul has a light and the light is capable of shinning. I got that

Thank you so much @oredebby

Nice poem......love your write up

I cannot fix the world. I cannot fix me so I cannot fix my place in it. Full of lights that cannot see.

I cherish this part. The situation is almost becoming