God.
some would say – all knowing one.
others,
perhaps – omnipotent.
at some point, spoken of –
in close companionship with dear,
and oh my,
and almighty.
or maybe referred to – Argus.
whatever your concept of creation –
regardless your attraction to any particular dogmas –
your conviction dictates my perception.
i suppose i could be persuaded to believe –
however,
my belief would not be tied to hypothesis –
co-dependent with proof.
(faith)
and so,
the opportunity –
as presented at this juncture –
lies in your ability to convince –
remove doubt from the sanctuary –
of –
my believe…
sometimes,
be it ever so briefly,
i suppose -
each span of time should be held with equal consideration.
what authority -
do we own -
allows discrimination of day,
of hour,
even moment of life?
at what point do we realize the blessing,
rather than lament the supposition of - (perceived) oppression?
birds fly and we envy their freedom.
the sun shines and we contemplate the suggestion of clouds.
we fill ourselves -
involuntarily -
with living,
yet commiserate with the eventuality of our demise.
indifference -
we wear,
as if it were our shield.
unaware.
ignorant of the possibility -
the only war -
waged willingly upon the plain of our inconsideration...
today i walked through fields of used to be acquaintance.
and while the road was still familiar,
the landscape -
i no longer recognized.
well-worn paths traveled in different seasons,
now unaware of anything passing
other than time.
in place of meadows bursting green with gift of life -
only silent wind-blown fields,
holding fading memories of being alive.
and where once i found the gate to paradise,
now only broken remnants of speculation...
you seem surprised.
no absolution sought for act of disconnection?
no predetermined propaganda -
distortion of the truth?
funny how choosing the longer route home
is met with such opposition.
perhaps your logic can enlighten me?
the distance -
you say -
provokes the heart to grow fonder.
if so,
why nearly silent the sound of mine -
barely beating?"
we find ourselves sometimes just outside the circle of accepted.
even though we may have at one time participated in activities of similarity,
recurring invitation to camaraderie is left unsent.
what then?
how do we overcome the feelings of exclusion?
how can we reaffirm our self-worth when left isolated -
bargain rack in the mall of popularity?
so easy, it becomes,
conforming to agenda of indifference.
no regret.
no apathy by proxy.
and as the days go by,
the loneliness becomes expected -
accepted.
standing too close to the edge 