Blind Faith

No one loves me more than my Creator,

For never have I been left to the mercy of my tormentor.

Clutched me firm amidst deepest despair,

And helped me resurface after a repair.

Heavy spirits cloaked in bosom of sleep,

Slowly released in sky my fears to sweep

Away and like a cloud does it float,

Among situations where reality may drown my boat.

But here exposed to such severity from vantage point,

Adding strength my Creator to every joint.

Hovering over thus hearts heal,

Every night just as the dead skin peel.

So my soul and spirits suffocating,

By grim reality of evil incorporating.

Among those I knew by faces though,

Yet entering their mind’s soil I plough.”

With such seeds they have no strength to grow.

For a ground so dull needs nourishment slow,

And favorable conditions to develop.

Just as too cold weather to envelop,

May freeze growth from favorable height

Or exposed to excessive heat and sunlight, May cause to wither away.

So are we men of clay,

Easily with exposure to false information sway.

Blinded by too much light we miss the actual ray.

In end left with hollow human frame.

Holding others responsible for their follies blame.