Dear God

This poem is my excuse for a post. I've already shown it to a few. So nothing new for them. To the rest - It may not be much, but i felt whatever i wrote, and it gave ME some satisfaction. So here goes.....

Dear God

I think of you whenever i'm sane
And all that you mean to me
And though you know what's on my mind
I still do wish to say

I believe in you with all my heart
Despite your mysterious ways
I never fear to spread my wings
You are there to break my fall

Life's quite an ocean for me to cross
Without you by my side
I'm yet a child not knowing the way
Please let me hold your hand

The soul of my soul, you are a part of me
And yet i cannot see you
Though the heart believes my mind does question
"What is it that you seek?"

I know you are, but what are you?
A question i cannot answer
What am i but a speck of truth
In a picture meant just for your eye

Twas you that sowed the speck with life
And watched the speck become me
Tis you who enjoys watching me struggle
Caught between heart and mind

What is the purpose of any life
And this cycle of births and deaths
What is truth and what is illusion
I know not yet the difference

I look up to you hoping you'll help
Yet you remain out of sight
Enough is enough, torture me no more
Come take me into the light.



Any kind of creative writing is fun. Try something yourself if you haven't already. It may be crappy as hell, but something IS something :)

A final word to the not so keen observers, there were 8 verses ;)

Comments

  1. DaphApril 3, 2010 at 11:05 PM

    since gp didnt 'paartify' you on the last post, i think i ll make it up in this one but not so much to let your head off the shoulders

    GREAT JOB, VINEETHA THE POET

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