my sunsets and sun ups are personal <br />clothed by elements of alchemists, <br />unwillingly I submit to, <br />reserving a time and space for <br /> <br />meditation and reflection, <br />humbled that I am not alone <br />tortured by doubt, spurred that <br />faith has fled and hope is swallowed <br /> <br />by quick sand and quagmires <br />whirls of whorls of events <br />towed and drowned in those deep seas <br />and turbulent oceans <br /> <br />I become almost nothing, <br />a nothing <br />floating or flying <br />in the flow of cosmos <br /> <br />faithful or faithless <br />in chaos or order, <br />I stand apart <br />in tides of personal, <br /> <br />sun ups and sunsets<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/personal-7/
