Waiting - A Sonnet Of Faith Poem by Richard St. Clair
Waiting - A Sonnet Of Faith
They say that wisdom comes from suffering:
Then why am I not enlightened yet, I ask;
The Buddha promises Buddhahood, a task
That only He fulfills - perplexing thing!
Yet even in this pain-filled mortal coil
I sense a growing presence, Light of Truth:
It pounced upon me like a cat, forsooth,
A dream come true from which I don't recoil!
And while I stay this aging frame, I must
Be patient, wait out as the passing time
Matures, and pour forthwith my hope-filled rhyme
While sadly mourning life's sure ebbing lust.
I know this precious Dharma does not talk
To each, but from its call I do not walk.
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5/6/2024 5:23:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Faith is a strange thing. Most people develop a deeper faith as they get older - maybe out of fear, not knowing what to expect when they die. But my faith has waned over the years. I can't help but wonder why there is suffering, why does man treat his fellow man so cruelly, why do some of us have a conscience and others not. I am perplexed by this and so much more. I will not spend my remaining years searching for answers. It doesn't matter anymore. A good, thought-provoking poem.