And Yet Poem by Roman Hazka

Aren't you the one who inspires me?
From the celestial abode,
Residing above the brumous and impalpable clouds.
Through the mesmerizingly multiple majestic creations all alluding your existence,
Each of them yielding incalculably immense implications.
Aren't you the one who edifies me?
Through your radiating remedial blessings,
Perforating the void blu sky ever more potent to perceive
Indomitable and in-fallible you are,
Soaring high swiftly like a diligent spectator at deep scrutiny.

Aren't you the one who inspires me?
But why are you so reserved within the self?
Refraining all my trifle queries.
Really withstand this mockery of your restrained silence,
Leaves me swaying between sanity ending up in futility.

Speak up or show me some sign to walk along the guided lines
Fearful of thine judgement against mutiny and insatiability of mine
But I believe, yes i do, in that soul filled with mercy
And yet thine hints so full of mystery;
Forgive not if it were no heresy!


Year: 2011