My barren soul aches watching the sea
Spilling mad waves and whispers to me
When the clouds crumble under the sun
As men and women fight to be free.
All things wild I carry in my busy mind
And they bloom silently in my dying eye,
Stealing the certainties I used to find
In my disfigured heart that can't fly.
What prevails is hesitation and fear.
How dreary it is to sit here and think,
Feeling this distrust eating what is dear
When everything around does sink.
There is no solace in truth or knowledge
For many are the doubts beneath my lids.
My beliefs I lost when I was at college
And now everything I trust, science forbids.
Karla Bardanza
Spilling mad waves and whispers to me
When the clouds crumble under the sun
As men and women fight to be free.
All things wild I carry in my busy mind
And they bloom silently in my dying eye,
Stealing the certainties I used to find
In my disfigured heart that can't fly.
What prevails is hesitation and fear.
How dreary it is to sit here and think,
Feeling this distrust eating what is dear
When everything around does sink.
There is no solace in truth or knowledge
For many are the doubts beneath my lids.
My beliefs I lost when I was at college
And now everything I trust, science forbids.
Karla Bardanza
"There is no solace in truth or knowledge
ReplyDeleteFor many are the doubts beneath my lids.
My beliefs I lost when I was at college
And now everything I trust, science forbids."
Knowledge and truth without love is empty, this I concur. And to reach out into the spiritual takes faith that men cannot see.
Well expressed. Lovely flower, lovely!