Good Is What God Wills Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos
Good Is What God Wills
On the night of the Barley moon
he became a lost soul;
dark matter in the whirlpool of creation;
the dust of a burned-out star;
a fading light;
a fake miracle;
a fallen angel.
He had forsaken his loved ones;
he had forsaken his God.
And God punished him.
He was sentenced
to drift in the cosmos
locked inside a shell of desolation,
in a bubble of unfulfilled prayers,
in a prison of false hopes.
And any one who loved him was cursed
to hurt him and be hurt by him in return.
He died like he was born:
Listening to the cries of his fears;
to the dull beating of his sorrow.
Cold, weak...
alone.
A wise man had told me once that as long as you don’t lock yourself in a cage of fear, sorrow, and despair, any action you take, any “mistake” you make, always brings you (eventually at least) to a better place. Just accept it. No regrets! Regrets are the first step toward that cage of fear. Everything is for the best. Just keep on moving. CeCe
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5/7/2024 10:47:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Niko, there's a good old Scottish saying that goes: - Rainbows come out o' rain's drips; meaning to know joy you must know sorrow; so take courage, you can unwrap your future; and take comfort - my much respected friend. Elizabeth