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So hard to sustain
Pure faith, true belief
Over years
When youth’s fire is in the veins
There is hubris enough
To overshadow doubts and fears
We clasp our hopes like talisman
And link hand in hand with gods and guides
It seems so easy, so simple then
In youth’s deep unconscious pride
Yet age will wither
The fruits of this fervent vine
The doubts of life slowly build
And with disappointment here combine
Where are our gods, our guides
When days dawn bleak and frighteningly cold?
It is so hard to still believe
When we are wiser
When we are old
But in strange moments
Of pure, free-floating ecstasy
I still can reach the heights
That touched so easy when I was young
I can still see my Beloved
And sing hymns in secret tongue
And still believe
That something real is here begun
But its more seldom
So much more seldom as I age
(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
ah! just like a mirror 🙂 Beautiful poem.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
I find that as I age I get better at “to whom it may concern” messages… it’s struck me that the issue of prayer or spiritual connection is like tuning in the radio or TV (well… tuning, in the analog pre-digital age, when we could actually nudge the dial)…. the pictures and sounds are in the air or whatever all around us…. at 8pm the guys from Hawaii Five-OH are actually in my living room, but I don’t perceive/receive/get them until I turn on this odd thing called a TV and fix in on the channel.
It strikes me a lot of what the church fathers/mothers talked about as spiritual development is in essence getting better at being “receivers.” (My grad school stuff in communications, obviously gets into this analogy.)
Best and Blessings
Len
Thanks Len, that’s a really interesting way of looking at it. 🙂