QUESTIONS!
when words fail to convey?
What foundations do we stand upon
when the sand quickens at our feet?
What eyes do we see with when
we are blinded by weeping tears?
Who hears our mournful sobs
when those we love reach the end of days?
And what arms offer comfort when
our pain is unending and inconsolable?
Who will wipe the tears staining
your cheek's shuddering flesh?
Who will warm the chill?
Who will offer solace, in the face
of lifes unending torment?
Who will bring sanctuary to the soul
and sanctity to the heart?
Who will ease your burden when
the weight you bear is yours alone?
Do you stand before the
cheviralle glass and wonder,
in the darkest hours of the night
when you are sure you are alone?
When all that surrounds your fails you,
your hopes, our expectations, do you wonder?
Who will stand as your guiding star
and offer you the miracle
you so desperately seek?
Do you wonder, or do you forget?
Do you wonder in the space of a moment,
or the expanse of a lifetime,
who will cross your mirrored gaze
and take both shadows of yourself in hand?
Do you wonder if the words of the peaceful mind,
tranquility and serenity, are ment for others,
but not gifted to you?
do you wonder what trauma could be so great
as to deny you a peaceful mind?
Do you ponder upon which shadows haunt you
and stills the beating of your troubled heart,
but brings no lasting slumber?
The restless spirit, the restless heart,
a crown of thorns, and three eyes blind,
are these your shadows burdened
with promises of salvation and restoration?
Do these complete you or
leave you the empty vessel of a rotted husk?
Do you search in vain for a place
to rest your weary aching head?
Do you seek crossroads and thresholds
for which you must trespass
upon the unknown ground
in order to transverse the obstacles in your wake?
Do you see only yourself in the mirror
gazing solemnly back at you,
or can your eyes see beyond the exterior cast
to what lies beneath,
dormant and untapped?
Do you recognize your own divinity?
Ca you see your perfect imperfection
through the eyes of the divine?
Do you recognize your own boundaries
and limitations without thought or emotion?
Do you see the woven tapestry that
interconnects your fate with
all of those around you?
Can you feel what they feel
and see what they see,
all in the captivating forethought
that you are not alone
in your silent restraint and misery?
Do others thoughts convey that
which words alone will never
be able to bring into view
without blurring its meaning
and stifling its enormity?
Can you conceive and perceive
all of that for which I speak?
Or do my words flow around you
like dust in the wind,
surrounding you, encircling you,
but never ultimately touching you?
Do I write merely to see my words
written on paper, or do you see,
do you know that of which I speak,
that which I know so well within myself.
Dare you embrace the wonders
that await you, only a finger tip's length away?
Or do you sit among the cobwebs,
seeking out past interconnections among the dust?
Do you dream still of past love,
only to wake in the morn, hollow and alone?
Do you stare out at the world,
as though you watch a movie,
a prisoner of your own hesitant inability,
chained to a wall you erected
to stave off the pain, but merely
enabled you to watch without participating?
Are you beyond this world because
you do not belong anywhere within it?
Or are you bound to this world,
out of fear to live, love, hurt and die?
And when you stand with your face,
will your faith allow you to fall without fear,
or will you shudder and back away from the edge?
Crossroads, thresholds, precipices,
are you the stepping stone of others
or do you travel on your own path unhindered?
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