Crossing Over

Faith, indeed, is all the reform that is needed; it is itself a reform. - Thoreau

the stone rolled away

half way out of the way

i stand at the tomb

a million tears on my red cheek

a single white flower in my dead hand

i weep not for what was but for what could have been

for what didn't have to be

for the faith that eludes me

the situation is serious but there's no gravity on the moon

it's not what you have or what you had but what you hold onto

how loosely or tightly you clutch it

not just what you think and feel but what you do

i turn and walk away

a single tear on my white cheek

a single white flower floating in a foul-smelling, crimson creek

a million ravenous wolves hungering for a single, lost, slaughterous sheep

hoping and praying that the water isn't too red

or too deep

Author's Note

"We must have infinite faith in each other. If we have not, we must never let it leak out that we have not. Remember that the smallest seed of faith is of more worth than the largest fruit of happiness." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

such a deep write here and quite intriguing, enjoyed

[Pete]

very cool to know someone sharing thoughts as you. thanks so much ... :)