And we all press on…
.
Inside wedged memories,
When all that was envisioned
Careens soulless and pockmarked
.
When broken dreams and drops of
Rosewater – in self-righteous ceremonies –
Sublimate as vinegar upon the soul
.
When intellect and sacred verve
Trudge despondently along shelled paths
In search of stirring and life
.
And we all press on…
.
Through dark-minded struggles when
Heartlessness and eulogies are composed
In the woolgathering of less-spoilt days
.
When our judgment is seared with
The doctrines of devils, and our mask
Of mortality becomes a diaphanous cloak
.
When all we have yearned
For, and hoped for, and suffered
For, seems to leave us abandoned,
THEN,
.
And even then
.
When all malefic voices, and glowering
spirits, and things desolate and choking,
visit us in our dreams and twist us,
there is still hope, and we reach
up, and cry out, and press on
in faith towards a Kingdom
yet to come...
.
Let me rest inside your Truth Father…
To know you, to understand, to feel what you feel,
To transcend, for a moment, my own deplorable
Inadequacies and fly on the wings of YOU …
.
© richard lloyd cederberg
2017
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Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe.
            richardlloydcederberg.com