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I sat on the edge of my bed seeking wisdom but I had lost any semblance of faith this was my only truth I was of a lost generation one devoid of hope and light behind me flowed a lazy river I placed my hand onto a book of faith praying it would grant me wisdom reaching over I turned on the light and listened to the running river thinking about the failings of my generation and if any of us new the truth what will become of my generation are we blind to the light… too apathetic for the truth… too hip to recognize wisdom once again my attention was drawn to the river one of the few things in which I had faith I closed my eyes trying to remember the truth or if I had ever known wisdom were there any in my generation able to truly hold onto faith shimmering sunlight danced across the ripples of the river and I shut off the light soothed by the peaceful sounds of the river a calmness wrapped my body in warm light a knowing came over me for the next generation cosmic radiation was bringing humanity a new wisdom dawn was breaking and with it a new truth within ourselves was the only key to faith this feeling passed with the fading light but within me stayed this truth maybe I was the voice of my generation the purveyor of a brand new wisdom the one to impart hope and faith on the masses of humanity flowing like a river the wisdom of humanity is tainted by faith the truth changes with each new generation we are all sparking light dancing across the cosmic river
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
seeking faith (sestina)
I sat on the edge of my bed seeking wisdom but I had lost any semblance of faith this was my only truth I was of a lost generation one devoid of hope and light behind me flowed a lazy river I placed my hand onto a book of faith praying it would grant me wisdom reaching over I turned on the light and listened to the running river thinking about the failings of my generation and if any of us new the truth what will become of my generation are we blind to the light… too apathetic for the truth… too hip to recognize wisdom once again my attention was drawn to the river one of the few things in which I had faith I closed my eyes trying to remember the truth or if I had ever known wisdom were there any in my generation able to truly hold onto faith shimmering sunlight danced across the ripples of the river and I shut off the light soothed by the peaceful sounds of the river a calmness wrapped my body in warm light a knowing came over me for the next generation cosmic radiation was bringing humanity a new wisdom dawn was breaking and with it a new truth within ourselves was the only key to faith this feeling passed with the fading light but within me stayed this truth maybe I was the voice of my generation the purveyor of a brand new wisdom the one to impart hope and faith on the masses of humanity flowing like a river the wisdom of humanity is tainted by faith the truth changes with each new generation we are all sparking light dancing across the cosmic river
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
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