Empty Spaces

I began a complex puzzle the day that I was born,
The macro image unraveling as the years went on.
Personal triumphs and successes revealing segments of the whole,
While challenges and obstacles waged a war on my soul.
Fragments emerged over time that ultimately did not fit,
Yet my heart clung to the possibility, the menacing “what if”.
Empty spaces cannot be filled with things that are innately hollow,
We must take a breath, soldier on, and bear the pain of letting go.
Like a nomad in the desert searching for an oasis,
I too sought refuge in unfamiliar places.
Pieces of my identity scattered across time and space,
A journey towards self-discovery that can never be replaced.
Life is an unpredictable sequence of highs and lows,
Our reaction to these phases determines how it goes.
Carry on I must, until my puzzle becomes clear,
Completed by those final pieces, I continue to hold dear.

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The Challenge

Souls diverging from bodies granting new perspective,
While the physical is depleting, the immortal’s reflective.
Eyes wide open, once plagued with singular vision,
Old hearts bleeding and scarred, now embracing remission.
Minds mortified by media spreading mayhem and malice,
Paired angels documenting the meticulous madness.
Breath launching from lungs, legs finally in flight,
Embracing the arena, striving for unreachable heights.
Optimism overwhelms, silencing the skeptics,
The triumph is tangible, challenge accepted.

Pilgrimage

Kneeling in ranks and seeking His grace,
Greeting the ground with one’s precious face.
Tears flowing from eyes as prayers are made,
This is the day that one’s scale may be swayed.
Called to His house, a pillar fulfilled,
Land enveloped by peace, where no blood is spilled.
Hearts bursting with joy, aching bodies are numb,
Hopes pouring from tongues under the blistering sun.
Oh Lord, forgive us for mistakes we’ve made,
Grant us Your protection from the torments of the grave.
And on the promised day when Your reckoning will begin,
Pardon our souls and free us from sin.

Fleeting

Staring at the horizon where the waves touch the sky,
Where the infinite feels intimate as the sails drift on by.
In the silence ring the echoes of feelings finally fading,
Realizing that life is change, not stationary contemplating.
Locked eyes now able to observe the periphery,
Affixing the fleeting focus in the scheme of things.
Enthralled by the grandeur of the existence now made clear,
While wishfully waiting for a new centerpiece to appear.

Haze

A melancholy blue and gray mist of confusion,
Venturing each day to escape the illusion,
The symmetry and imagery of this world, a delusion,
A means to an end, not at all the conclusion,
Wander your psyche alone, in seclusion,
Unfolding, untangling, unraveling the solution,
The blue and gray clouds parting, escaping retribution,
Revealing the light, exposing internal evolution.

Rebirth

Rivers flow from sunken earth,
Cascading downstream to find their worth.
Flowing toward barren lands, lacking adequate care,
With close observation finding a sapling struggling there.
Soil nourish the bounty that was created within you,
Soak in the sun’s rays, and the replenishing morning dew.
No need to alter the contents inside,
For within you glory and life reside.