I debated with myself about posting this piece because it was written at a slightly more bleak time in my life (circa 1990s) when I was at peak cynicism about organized religion. I am still as cynical today just with a lot less bitter despair

 

There is never only one path.  And I hold firmly to Antonio Machado's words - "the path is made by walking."

Wonder

And have you never wondered

why you can walk and walk

and when you reach the rainbow it is never there?

Perhaps the promise is as empty as the rainbow,

pretty colours with no meaning, that leave us reaching upwards

toward a sun which slowly burns us

and a life that slowly grinds us, ever downward to despair.

 

And have you never wondered

why you can talk and talk

And when you reach the ending, the silence fills the air?

Perhaps the answer is as empty as the question,

and when you reach the waters you find god isn't there

just a myth, which slowly blinds us,

and a church which slowly grinds us, ever downward to despair.
 

Fiona Mackintosh (© February 19, 2018)

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