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The Hour

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For 5 to 6 years I sat on the pew
My eyes open and unseeing
My heart beating but unknowing
My mind sharp but unbelieving

It wasn't a bright light that made it happen.
It wasn't the voice of God.
It wasn't a chorus of angels.
It was a little girl.

When I turned, and looked, after 6 years,
I opened my eyes, and saw
She was no longer a little girl, I saw
She was in pain, I felt her agony, her terror
And so, at first, I opened my mouth
And prayed. And yet I turned, and looked again,
And the answer to my prayers and the
Healer to her pain walked in, under
The cross on the door.

And so I opened my eyes, and saw.
I saw the people around me, the
Hundreds, the thousands, each one
An excerpt from their story. Each one,
Believing, without a doubt.
I saw their pain, and then their joy
As they lifted their eyes to the hills.
I saw their faith, their strength,
Their courage, to keep on moving, in
A world of atheists, a world of science and
Technology, where the thought of God
Is a laugh, reserved only for fools.

And then I heard.
I heard the songs, the words,
The meaning, the melody, the beat,
The voices lifted up in love, it all
Came at once rushing at me, bombarding
Me with reality, not the reality you know, but
the reality of the universe, but the reality
Of eternal love, neverending courage, and
The kinship of a man who will always be
With you. I was hit, I was bumrushed, and..
My heart began to know.

And suddenly I knew, knew with a
Certainty, what people have been
Trying to disprove for years. And
What I didn't know, I read. And so I know,
And I keep on knowing. I live in a
Presence better than Nirvana, day after
Day after day. There is no problem that can't
Be solved, no questions unanswered, not one
Person I can't love and understand, no
Trial or tribulation that I can't live
Through, no day where I can't
Realize that the world is perfect, no
Day where I can't admire its beauty,
No day where I can't love everything and everyone.
Because I believe.
I've always been one to say that a poem shouldn't have need of an introduction or explanation.
So figure it out for yourself.

Having said that, and, being the hypocrite that I am, I'll also say that, for those of you involved, this is my version of "The Hour I First Believed".
© 2004 - 2024 metacognition
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kaleidoscope-eyes85's avatar
Faith is such an incredible thing.
I think it's about trusting yourself.
I love this poem. You are very wise.
Nice work.