603. Light of the World

I sat in the darkness,

All alone and unarmed.

For decades I cried,

While my soul was harmed.

No light could be seen,

From without or within,

‘Til I let go of the story,

That I’m born of man’s sin.

My soul then burst forth,

With the Light of God’s Love,

Radiant and Bright,

As I looked up above.

Humans kept me in dark,

And I’d be there still,

If I’d listened to their theories,

On God and His Will.

I went straight to the source,

And my soul lit the night.

I told the truth that I’d carried,

Knowing it was what was right.

Yes, I refused to stay,

Out of sight…Out of mind.

I am not a phantom,

For you to leave behind.

I am a human.

A child, just like you.

I’m a child of Light,

And so are you.

You do not belong here.

This place is not home.

This life is but struggle,

Yet, wherever you roam,

The Light is there…

For it is your own.

K. Aldaya, 1/16/23

Picture: By Julia Caesar on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/3-3k_sYEJ1s

592. A’aru

I long for the fields of A’aru.

The sun-soaked reeds of gold

The ageless mirth of eternity,

Where there’s no young or old.

Where the hallowed sun forever shines,

Its light everlasting.

I run toward distant outstretched arms,

As my soul brightly sings,

And my whole being rejoices and cries:

“Where you go. I will come.

I am home. I am finally home,

In the arms of Atum”.

K. Aldaya, 9/9/22

GIF: A’aru From “Moon Knight” TV Series; https://www.tumbig.com/tag/Mohammed%20Gifs

526. Coliseum

I long to write, though who will listen,

To the rantings of the insane?

The title merely grants invisibility;

And a face without a name,

In the coliseum of civility.

I wander through the crowds,

In the stands, where spectators watch,

As warriors and politicians,

Earn another scar or notch,

In the holding of their positions.

I stretch my hands out for scraps,

As they shoo me out of sight;

Though from here I see it all,

And know that none of this is right…

And soon all of us will fall.

Be it by starvation, wound, or pride.

We are all part of the show.

I may seem but a distraction,

Yet I’ve gone where others can not go;

And seen every angle of inaction.

For they play their parts quite well,

And the world moves to their plans.

I’ve seen every move and collapse,

As money changes hands,

And they fall in the same traps.

From the outside, I look in,

Year after year…Sin after sin.

I hold my voice, and hold my breath.

No one’s listening, so who can win?

We stand aside until death.

I look at you. Do you see me?

Are you looking? What do you see?

God’s play games, as day absconds.

Are you a God, or are you me?

Do you play games with human pawns?

For who can win an endless game?

And who can fight our mortal fate?

Though, in my eyes you’d find the sun,

So listen well, it’s getting late.

This entertainment is not fun!

And this game you can not win!

The only money, worth it, to spend,

Is found in the outstretched hand.

For the show continues long after curtain descends…

And only in the heart of another could you understand,…

All we have is each other in the end.

K. Aldaya, 10/7/20

Picture: By: Jorge Fernandez Salas on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/hvxJ2cnecd4

384. The Church

The wooden beams stretch upward and on,

Beckoning to heaven,

For God to replace what is gone,

In the hearts of the brethren.

The church pews creak and rattle bones,

Made from dead tree spirits,

As men sing in bitter undertones,

Of the sins on which each sits.

Through angelic stained glass windows,

The winds whip the prostrated dead,

As the sky casts shadows,

Upon each lowered head.

The singers pray to their God,

And the shadows fly away,

In fear of men who sing to God,

To give their sins away;

Then with the final chorused-end,

Heads rise and walk outside,

To the lake where they intend…

To drown their sins inside.

In the waters, dark and deep,

They seek to know God’s grace;

So they lie until they fall asleep,

And awake glimpsing a face.

Their reflections are only their own,

Then back to the church they go,

To walk along the pews and moan,

“There’s no God! There’s no God! We merely reap what we sow!”

K. Aldaya, 1/4/17

97. Hold the Sorrowful People

Oh ‘God’ so many sad souls there are,

Bring them near despite their wish for far.

Oh ‘God’ up on high,

Hold all the sad and weary nigh.

Oh ‘God’, let them know your face,

Though burdened find eternal grace.

Oh ‘God’ show them heavens’ gates.

An infinite life where true happiness awaits!

K. Aldaya, 11/07/04