Reality
Defined by the senses
Solidified by touch
Believed with conviction
Assured by our perspective
We are right
But what if we are wrong?
Our perspective distorted
Warped by fears infection
What if dancing molecules
Respond to touch by
Deluding solid form
We are right
We can’t be wrong
We have to hold the line
Reality is as we describe
Substance defined by
Faith
But what if we are wrong?
Our faith infected by
Corrosive doubt
And substance an illusive form
What if descriptors of reality
Are fabricated fantasy
We are content
To live within the rules
The confines of our reality
Convinced of our correctness
Assured of our rightness
Gagging on our certainty
Yet perhaps there may arise within
A discontent with conformity
A revolt against orthodoxy
And gagging against our certainty
Some courage form
To live with uncertainty
It is the space between belief and doubt
The gap between our faith and fear
The shadow between our certainty and insecurities
It is here
In this place
We are ourselves.
When I read your poem this morning it got me thinking and brought a poem to my mind that I will be getting put onto my blog in about a month or so, but I wanted to thank you for the inspiration for it now and let you read it earlier than you would otherwise have opportunity to.
What Is Real
By Joseph Kemper 23 June 2013
What is real
If I raise a child
If a person is raised up being told
That blue is red
And red is blue
Are his colors different than yours
If we teach him that
Soft is slimy
And rough is soft
What do our teachings change
Does the feather change
And become sticky and gooey
Do our teachings make the rock
Become a great pillow
Or do we simply teach the child
A new language
Could we be wrong about
What we think is real
If life were a dream
Would it really change anything
Is a child's tears after
A bad dream
Pulled from an imaginary fear
Real or not
The fear is real
If life where not real
Would it really change anything
Would a stubbed toe
Or a broken heart
Hurt any less
In the moment
A dream is real
To the frightened child
But the truth about the dream
Does help the child grow
Is this life real
Yes it is
Just like the dream
Was not the beginning
Or the end
Of the child's life
Our life here
Is not the beginning
And it will not be the end
In the dream the child's life
May be changed
It may be forgotten
But when his parents
Calm his fears
And wipe away his tears
He starts to grasp again
Who he is
And where he's at
When this life has
Come to a close
God will calm our fears
And wipe away our tears
And will help us to learn again
Who we are
And where he wants to take us
Thank you Joseph, I appreciate you sharing and letting me read your work it is beautiful. I love your words "our life here is not the beginning and it will not be the end"! Kind Regards David