A Matter Of Faith

Kneeling down,
Head bowed.
Eyes well shut,
not to distract the flow of my prayer.

The inner voice flowing in gently,
as if it was giving life,
water,
to the most arid of deserts.

An inner voice slowly reminding me,
of what shaped me to the man I am today.
Echoes,
drifting in from a distance,
a distance measured only by memories.

Memories,
well packed in a limited time,
in a closed mind.

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A crucifix breathing on me its shadow,
while I knelt down and listened.
The man which lay there,
always make me wonder,
what is so special about it?

Maybe I am not getting the full picture,
Maybe I am unable to understand?
Is it maybe I do not want to listen?
Is it again my fault?

The prayer is getting shorter,
the words are becoming less necessary.
The world is becoming younger,
While everyone around is getting older.

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Not much can be said anymore,
at least for the time being.

But I am now feeling a bit more safe,
Cause now I am alone.

The safety of not being driven by the morals of others,
The warmth of knowing that what is going on,
is going on for you.

It is about survival after all,
where each lifeform finds its own way to strive on.