Are you there?
There’s this memory I have
Of kneeling, with my palms together.
Mumbling words I could hardly grasp
Half closing my eyes and opening it again
Just to see what happens when the light fades.
The choir singing, with all its melodies
People looking on, with all their tragedies
I believed, for a second
Praying for the delay of Armageddon
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As the cathedral filled with resonance
And the light entered through stained glass.
Vibrant hues and haunting melodies
I looked around, in all my innocence
As it planted the seedling of dissonance.
Are you merciful, given any sin?
Will Saint Peter give me the key?
Questions asked, much to my chagrin,
None answered, adding to the insanity.
But, memories can be vile,
Vivid, after every turnstile.
From glee to despondence
To self imposed decadence.
“Are you there?”, I asked
Whilst I looked up at the sky
There is a fear that begets you,
When your guardian angel is no more.
A dread mere words cannot describe.
Yet, you look at the strength on display
From coast to coast,
From east to west,
From blistering heat to biting cold,
And wonder where that comes from.
