Breaking the Surface

Time spent in prayer a futile folly,

Entreating the Universe for gifts,

Objects it does not comprehend,

Desires we have one day, gone the next.

In these moments of pleading,

I do not stand on firm ground

The sands shift back and forth

Under my tenuous steps

Through sun and storms,

Elation and affliction,

We are of two minds,

Both always wanting something else.

Watching me from birth,

Holding me in your care,

Are you a parent, a friend, my child?

I do not know your role or mine.

The familiar unfamiliar is my constant,

Dark and light leave me in shades of grey,

Although forlorn, I am not without hope,

Sunlight breaks through to the surface of my being

My happiness is a direct reflection of my level of faith in the Universe

I am told one cannot speak assertively unless you know how to assert yourself

Does the Universe ask for assertiveness or devotion?

How can religion be a myth when it has created so much beautiful music.

For true believers, Your love is pure, your grace divine,

You are not an entity any human could devise.

We long to make you in our image, see you with our eyes, feel your rays

Give you shape and form and mortality as condition of devotion.

Instead of earthly rewards, fulfillment of our own design,

Graven images, tangible prizes, baubles and beads

Teach me how to comprehend even a sliver of your imagination,

To explore without a destination, to live your infinity.

To know how the water feels

When the sun breaks through the clouds

Touches the surface and warms the ripples

Leaving possibility in the wake of water.