How do I describe it?
What words are up
For such a lofty task?
Sublime?
We once worshiped in the great cathedral,
But all good things have an end.
Dwelling in comfort for too long
Leads to death by indulgence.
Besides, what use are prayers
Without real-world trials?
So we left the temple,
Screaming into the abyss.
Forbearing?
If we are lucky to find patience,
Then we are luckier than most.
We possess a singular voice
And must command mountains.
We also possess a hunger
Or it possesses us.
The will to continue
Separates "is" from "was".
Despisable?
Once more we leave,
This time for good.
There is a sanctimonious way
And then there is everything else.
In a world that lacks a script
We create our own sacred drama.
It works if you don't look too closely
At the book with no binding.
Nostalgic?
A memory without the painful details.
Humans are masters of forgetting.
We are also adept at remembering
How we want things to be.
In the harsh disconnect with reality,
We are forced to confront our demons,
And often those demons
Are very convincing.
Transformative?
It all gets back to one question:
Why are we here?
If we believe that the answer is
A simple truth:
That we are, or once were, loved.
Even on the smallest of scales,
That atomic unit of energy
Is enough to justify the whole chain reaction.
Who is your Alma Mater?
Who breathed your life into existence?
How can you ever repent?
All that we can hope for
Is that our continual offering of life
Will be sufficient.
It is all that we have,
And all that we don't.
Love as much as you can,
Because love is the only thing
That can overcome pain.
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