Defining moments

When we are young we see the world, simply, 

before we are touched by the corruption of the world. 

The proud acceptance of a father, 

the healing love of a mother 

that's all we want, all we need.

Time is a hard teacher,

 it strips away, slowly, relentlessly

 very childhood dream till all you hear is the echoes of hope

 as iron claws drag it into the black of night.

In the void that remains, 

desperately filling with everything you think

 has some shape or flicker of value. 

Things that move, glitter, is built by stone, 

are tall or small have sounds and even with lives of people.

Then one day without a notice, 

and in the middle of all your acquired wonder. 

You see that cracked glass, chipped corners, 

dust build up and the unraveling fabric of positions and possessions.

Suddenly you see all the display cases, 

shellfish tapestries, pillars and pedestals 

for the nothing they really are.

 

Echoes of lost dreams

 rush in so clear and bright

 like lightning and thunder. 

Reverberating 

to the core of your existence. 

It shatters every chain that bound your hope.

Then you know, that you know.

The gate is open. It has always been open. 

You are the gate keeper, 

 the one holding on with iron claws 

of your own design and making. 

Now seeing the world simply,

 as once you did before, 

and all you ever wanted, 

all you ever needed 

is still only that same one thing.

LOVE.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A great message and a wonderful take on the definig moments. We are bound to hope even after the lightning and thunder. Excellent...:)..................

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thank you friend.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:) .........