Sometimes, such as on days like today I sit and I mourn for my long-forgotten faith I miss the certainty of a Most Divine Plan Those self-assured speeches of a holy man Assurances he speaks for the Ordained Track Promises of a Supreme Being who's got my back On these days when I wish, reminisce and long I can't help but wonder where it all went so wrong
It's not that I Believe that There Is No God Or even that I am unsure whether to believe or not I don't bother questioning if god is real For there is a bigger issue at play, I feel When I became faithless, it was just in HIS eyes "Faithless" I am not; there's just so much to surmise
I have Faith that the sun will warm each new day I have Faith that these heavy clouds will give rain I have Faith in the ground solid on which I stand I have faith; just not Faith in the Words of a Man
See, I have come to accept that I soon will die More surely, in fact, than the sun that may rise Any day that sun may not appear That day of darkness that we so fear I accept that any moment May advent my end I accept that there May be a sunrise just round the bend
With my flawed, weak powers of human perception Dependent as they are on my senses' inception I cannot Know a god, not many nor One Just as I cannot Know that tomorrow will come
Maybe it will, and maybe there is after all, But truly-- who among us can Know anything at all?
Am I really this tired Or am I uninspired? Will I try harder? Work myself into a haze Just for you to criticize how I spend my days I want my hands to be rough Proof of my work I want my hands to be soft A woman's touch But is that to much I want to dance But in this world you only get one chance To be perfect I'm tired of perfect Stand up straight, perfect stance I am not a faucet Water perfect and straight I am a river, loud and rough And I think it's time i focus on my stuff Because for me Perfect will never be enough
Do I have to write a poem today? And attempt forced creativity? Or is it just another way, To achieve some authenticity? Art is art is art is art. And yet, People judge based on their own perceptions. Expression is still truth, don’t forget, And critiques help us make corrections.
Written by my own free will. Inspired by a high school poetry class. ~2009
Meta means above Meta means transcend Meta means “next level up” With meta you’ll ascend
So when it comes to daily acts Choose those with “meta” powers Build a business Write a book Plan for years - not hours
For meta-choices carry-on Far past the “choosing” day Earn a black belt Frame a house Vision - paves the way
Meta-Decisions - Meta-Thoughts Will build both wealth and peace Release yourself From “pushing” Meta - “pulls” increase
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Meta has become a kind of slang in come circles, but the real meaning is above or transcend. I've used the term "Meta-Decision" for years to describe decisions that impact your life for months or years to come.
We all make decisions daily. Sometimes we make meta-decisions, like choosing to get married, have a baby, start a business, or go to college. These thoughts and actions are "above" regular decisions because they are commitments that set your trajectory for years to come! We all make a few meta-decisions in our life. However, you can gain greater success by thinking "meta" more often.
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