I wrote this poem – Where do I belong – in a moment of deep sadness, feeling a sense of loss – lost in the world we live in, the values it espouses, the fears it harbors – loss of where to fit in. And so I dedicate this poem to all those who, like me, are searching for meaning in a chaotic world.
Where do I belong
Where do I belong
if not with Thee.
In a world of tumultuous
noise,
persistent flow of
information that carries
no knowledge,
no substance,
no creed.
A world of chaos,
unrest,
greed.
Where the deafening silence
of disconnection pervails.
Where compasses swirl around
in infinite confusion,
for haven’t you heard?
North has been cancelled,
discarded,
striken from existence,
relegated to superstition,
for who needs a North,
when every man is his own
master,
a world of as many true Norths
as sand on a beach.
Where do I belong
if not with Thee.
In a world where
anything and
everything
goes,
where there is no right or wrong
but only subjective truths,
where liberalism, once an
aspiration, an
inspiration,
has become
the most tyrannical wave of all,
to judge, blame and shame,
nothing but BABEL all around,
endless sounds of
nonsensical discourse,
self-righteousness,
pride.
A world where we believe
only what we see,
where scientism and materialism
rule the day,
where our mind
is
our brain,
our personality pure genetics,
a set of chemical interactions
that can be set and
reset,
where man’s search for
meaning
is but a futile attempt
to fill the space till the
inevitable advent of our
expiration
date.
Where do I belong
if not with Thee.
My soul stands here before you
in endless sadness,
screaming,
in pain,
mourning the loss
of our divine humanity,
our celestial compass,
our true North.
Man, as his own master,
is but a myth,
a lie,
no
wait…
we are masters!
We’ve mastered
violence,
deception,
excess,
injustice,
selfishness,
sightlessness,
the blind leading the blind.
No
wait…
there are those who
inspire us,
those who mastered
kindness,
mercy, and
love,
but how?
Could it be that they
mirror
the unseen,
act as a
vessel,
reflecting the light,
the beauty,
serenity, and
warmth
of a North outside themselves,
Thy true North,
that only hearts,
not minds,
can see.
Not where, but whom do I belong
if not to Thee.
————
Agape
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