There is this idea.
One that lingers through the people it wants to reach.
A concept that wants to grip you.
I attempt to wrap myself around it,
clinging to the lack of clarity.
Hoping for what I want it to be.
It slithers through my fingers
leaving only the residue to show
that I never really had a chance.
“You want faith? Then you work for it,”
It said with a thunderous roar.
I hear the words but still don’t comprehend them.
The thought taunts me with its mystery,
I yearn to know it,
feel it.
While it constantly surrounds me,
I can never pull it close.
As figures fade to ghosts
I look towards the sky,
its before I can cage my words
they escape into no man’s land
with this vengeangful cry!
“God! why am I the only one who can’t feel you!”