Flickering Glory

Ten thousand thunders
Rolled across my sky
Releasing razor rain
That sizzled as it fell.

If He makes no blunders
Then please tell me why
I lost petals to pain
And my daisies died as well

A spiritual chill
Of the head and heart
A mildew of the mind
Spread when I swallowed despair

Where is this free will
In which I take part
Did I leave it behind?
Was it ever even there?

To my name I had
Prayers with no address
A Jupiter in Cancer
Grief I could not assuage

I thought I was mad
Weak and dispossessed
To seek skyward answers
In an earthbound age

In my youngest years
I could feel the touch
Of Heavenly fingers
This I knew without a doubt

I began to fear
It was all a crutch
The feelings that lingered
I resolved to push them out

Maybe I’m a fool
For faith in such fluff
Hoping catastrophe
Will one day be concluded

Whether I have jewels
Or rocks among rough
I would rather be
Divinely deluded.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Ella! :)
This is lovely thoughtful poetry; and your closing thought is surely relatable to most of the exhausted horde of humankind. There must be a good reason we're so tired. Haha
"A mildew of the mind
Spread when I swallowed despair " - my favorite phrasing.
Thanks for sharing!