When the simpletons
Smother us in platitudes
And worn out clichés,

When nothing makes sense,
And all around insult us
With contrived logic,

When emotions die,
And sincerity loses
The roots that ground it,

When the fruits of love
Become victims of hatred
And mountains crumble,

When the parents sins
Delineate a child's pain
And all turns to dust,

Then,

Beyond what I feel,
And what I hope to achieve,
Help me interpret

That mystical place
Where bending light into bows
Has deeper meaning,

Take me to the heart
Of dream where life sings gently,
And whispers are feasts,

Where dewdrops of love
Enter the hearts of seekers
Searching for answers,

When all that I’ve done
Becomes a wide open scroll
And Spirit unveils

All the foolishness
That I’ve committed reaching
For what wasn’t mine ...

Then, and only then,
Help me understand my place
And forgive my sins


richard lloyd cederberg
    A Monumental Journey Novels