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I sit here in a summer place
and ponder the games we play.
You, my earth-bound deity,
encourage faith in rainbows,
but my fears keep me grounded.
Experience has made me wise
in the ways of unbelief.

I never doubt each moment.
I trust your innocent sincerity,
and the lovely truth of words.
But where you see a path,
I see shimmering illusions
fed by tears and roots of lies
waiting to trip fools like me.

Sometimes in night imaginings
I paint castles in the air.
I dream of imaginary places
and wish that they were real.
But in morning's hard-edged dawn
the wisdom of experience whispers.
I must tether myself safely to this earth.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.


Jae Rose said...

Here speaks a voice of knowing..it must be hard to be able to see both the rainbows and the concrete..a state of 'un-belief'..quite different to disbelief..i love the opening image of being in the place of summer..it can be harsher than winter in lighting up potential dangers..jae

August 5, 2012 at 11:22 AM
Old Egg said...

It is quite a conundrum, dare to do or not? Kite flying yet tethered seems the answer but we will never know what is like to be whisked away or will we?

August 5, 2012 at 11:06 PM
Alice Audrey said...

Roots of lies waiting to trip fools like me ran through my head a couple of times, gaining depth each time. Well said.

August 6, 2012 at 10:39 AM
Belva Rae Staples said...

I struggle not to give in to the state of unbelief. This is a thoughtful piece, Ann.

August 11, 2012 at 7:14 PM

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