Un(Answered)

Once, I looked across the distance,

It had the makings of an age-old civilization,

Intrigued, I saw two people walking,

they created another kind of distraction.

.

Maybe it was the girl, or was it the boy who followed behind,

quietly, maybe hoping the girl wouldn’t turn back,

Shy and awkward, I sensed he wouldn’t know how to react,

if she saw him for the first time.

.

Would she scowl at the stranger that he was to her?

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After a while,

He walked away from her shadow,

and turned his attention to a magnificent cathedral,

an architect of empowerment, of truth and silent worship,

Would there be one to listen to his silent voice of yearning?

In that cathedral, a vision.

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I saw him walk inside the building, get down on his knees,

And bow in reverence,

He did seem like he had the world on his shoulders,

Or perhaps he believed that prayers are always answered.

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I wondered if he knew that there were countless that went unanswered,

Like the time someone asked for peace, another for sanity,

for love, kindness, or when someone prayed for safe harbor.

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When I saw him leave the cathedral grounds,

He had the look of serenity, I wanted so badly to know why,

Perhaps he believed that his voice would rise above the praying rest,

Maybe he believed that he would be blessed in his prayers, unlike the rest.

-shobana-

5 Comments on “Un(Answered)

  1. Glad to read this piece again. Indeed, sometimes the soul can yearn for something beyond the normal errors it is filled with. For change, for peace and goodness. Such a wonderful piece. I love the twist.

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