JustinSaneContributor
Daily Dose of Prose
I apologise for not being on this site for a while, still coming to terms with my Mother's death, struggling with grief and wrestling with the ideas of mortality and an after life. This poem is a product of me, mulling over these and other questions.
We yearn desperately
For a deity,
A glimpse of divinity.
Something numinous
A love luminous
Transcending infinity
But what are the odds
That there are Gods
Up in the sky above us?
Who heed each prayer?
Who really care?
Who intervene and love us?
But there's no trace
Of Gods, just space
In the universe so vast
A vacuum, a void
The odd asteroid
Hurtling so rapidly past
Many a sun
But no Gods, none
That's just wishful thinking
Those Gods of ours
Are really stars
Above us, brightly twinkling