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a prayer of despair

Where art Thou in the hour of need,
When hearts are heavy, and spirits bleed?
The skies stretch vast, an empty dome,
Has Thy celestial gaze wandered from home?

We search for signs, for holy light,
In the depth of day, the dark of night.
Yet silence reigns, no thunderous tone,
No sacred whispers, no cornerstone.

The world spins on, a lonesome sphere,
Cries ascend, but does Heaven hear?
In the quietude, we stand alone,
Pondering if love from above is shown.

Nature's chorus sings a solemn song,
Yearning for a place where souls belong.
The stars above, once bright and bold,
Now distant fires, in the cold.

Why does it seem Thou art so far?
Are we alone, with only scars?
An answer sought, in the cosmic zone,
O why, O why, has God seemingly gone?
 

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Nine Eleven

it is hard to obtain human birth, harder to live like a human being, harder still to understand the dharma, but hardest of all to obtain nirvana. 
 

​​​​if its answers you seek I suggest you start with the Dhammapada by Eknath Easwaran.

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The fish of the sea

Very well written poetry. Not something I could achieve at 18. Well done Janie! Enjoyed

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