This Life
From a child taught Catholic creed,
drilled, drilled into me by school nuns;
those teachings will never recede,
but, since those days I have lived tons.
Spirituality, is life,
I found this on my long journey;
and when life stabs me with her knife,
I seek the deep green and ferny.
In the silence of a forest,
I contemplate all chosen paths;
in the peace of a birds chorus,
yet, still I feel the sting of wraths.
With a mindset of courage, strength,
and a moral way of thinking;,
and a soul with great depth and length,
I just face this twisted life unblinking.
My Next Life
I can see a girl in shadows,
she looks like me but is not me;
I will find her in death's repose,
and will awaken as this she.
In afterlife, I am reborn,
to a unique language spoken;
odd rituals to welcome morn,
I find symbols of God broken.
My past life is gone and erased,
I have no emotions at all;
there is no sorrow to be faced,
no friends, no lovers to enthrall.
This new life a bottomless void,
I wonder for this place called Earth;
for here I am a humanoid,
maybe, maybe on my rebirth.
As Our Breath Flows, Here and Now
So, having considered all this,
I think I will embrace living;
seeking serenity and bliss,
total acceptance and giving.
I am okay with the fast pace,
and will be the best I can be;
for the Lord will provide me grace,
life a puzzle given to me.
I will weep and mourn when I must,
will hold to my heart memory;
write words to release as stardust,
and treasure each sweet reverie.
And when death comes to claim this girl,
let me repose deep in my grave;
beneath blue sky where the clouds swirl,
and lay roses like a red wave.
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December 8, 2021
Poetry/Quatrain/Doublethink Beliefs
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1411-921-08
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Written for the Premier contest, Doublethink Beliefs
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 12/31/2021
First Place
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