Spring Sun

Confusions in the deep winter's darkness
Dispelled by the clarity of the spring sun
Again to life,
Again to light,
Amongst all unforgiving cruelties,
it alone gives strength to rise beyond Struggle is just a prelude to victory
Let defeat be another stepping stone
Bless to learning,
Bless to living,
Besides headaches and heartaches,
it moves forward once more
Be the winter moonlight
Be the spring rays
I started walking with my head high
Past sorrows
Past grieves
Past troubles
Past harms
Trek far
in where and everywhere I can find light.

A Good-for-Nothing Lament

The world is just. The world is fair. The world is kind. The world is pretty.
I want to believe that.
One says, "Have you ever believed in miracles and salvation?"
One answers, "No, we are just toys of gods."
One says, "Maybe you should try it."
One answers, "I tried. I am tired of waiting."
I humbled myself before the great power,
kneeling like many others,
begging for a drop of bless,
holding a pure heart,
without hatred towards it,
without hatred towards them.
Yet its sights passed me,
I congratulate and celebrate with a pure heart,
without malice towards it,
without malice towards them.
Selfish desire is the path of evil, quoted and remembered.
Yet curious,
if gods did not choose me because it was not my destiny, what will be?
if gods did not choose me out of obligations, what prayer will reach them?
If I can uphold its glory and mine, what trail must I undertake?
If I cannot see its thoughts, let me at least believe it is righteous and just. That is why I am a pagan agnostist.
Deity does not reside in heaven; it resides in every one of us.