Saturday, July 14, 2007

The Agnostic Prays

To empty spaces I do whisper
'Who is it that exists ?'
I get no answer.

I shine my lantern in the dark
I seek form and shape,
The silence is deafening and stark.

In humble posture, I genuflect
With hope of recognition,
I am left alone to reflect.

I wander,
Till the days,months and years
Are churned into senseless matter.

Now I am here,
Bereft of identity and faith,
And here I will remain, year after year.

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