From the hand of a man, they call him "The Divine,"
My blueprint etched, my complex design.
He wove my essence, my breath, my deep core,
And whispered, "God errs not, forevermore."
Yet I fumble, I falter, a dissonant chord,
A whisper of chaos, unheard, unexplored.
If perfection's his promise, and flaws are unknown,
Then why do I stand here, so utterly alone?
They see a reflection, a purpose so grand,
A piece of the plan, blessed by his hand.
But the mirror shows breakage, a fracture within,
A shape that just doesn't quite fit where they pin.
Am I error, or truth in a world built on lies?
A glitch in the matrix, beneath watchful eyes?
If he makes no mistakes, then what does that say
Of the ache in my soul, stretching night into day?
I am not the ideal, the vision they hold,
Not the story of grace, perfectly told.
I am simply myself, with these doubts and these scars,
A whisper of stardust, eclipsed by the stars.
I'm not who you think, not the dogma you bind,
Just a soul in the shadows, uniquely designed.
I am me, just me, with this burden and plea,
Oh, to break from the molds, and just finally be free.
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We are who we are and sometimes we ask if there were a god why would he make things with faults but in faults there is strength and in flaws there is beauty. Who am I to criticize when I am looking out of blinded eyes. A lovely poem of questions that lead one to a gloomy view. It is wonderful that I am I and you are you.
I appreciate your response to my poem. Yes, you are so correct. We do question a lot, 'If there was a god,' but I thank you. You are so on point with this. You saw what I was writing. Well, actually, you saw more than I expected anyone to see. Thank you, Sorenbarrett.
Nothing wrong with flaws and faults, they can become strengths, the problem lies in how we got those faults and flaws. Were we naturally born with them or did we adapt to them through other people's treatment of us, by their actions they then mould you into what you become. This mould can feel like a prison but it can be broken over time, nicely expressed and written write
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These pithy phrases they filled our ears with, none of which can be found precisely in the Scriptures, must be relegated to the damnable falsehoods long propagated by the false prophets and teachers the LORD Himself condemned outright by His prophets. "Search the Scriptures..." begs I and you and aught else find Him, not ourselves. We both justify and condemn ourselves, full of foibles and falling short of Him Whom we seem to instinctively know we're unworthy of. As the LORD's apostle Paul by the Holy Spirit declares, "But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged of you, or of man's judgment: yea, I judge not mine own self.
4 For I know nothing by myself; yet am I not hereby justified: but he that judgeth me is the Lord.
5 Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts: and then shall every man have praise of God." (I Cor 4:3-5) Ergo, though I wish to comfort you, I cannot justify either myself or you but urge you and myself to "seek the LORD, seek His face continually--" as the Scriptures also say.
Very beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a familiar, very familiar dogma, not to mention a haunting, clinging, lingering poignancy. Thank you very much for sharing. Hang in there.
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Dear, Friendship,
As if composed in the chrysalis of faith and the many doubts therein as one strives to emerge as free as a butterfly, break the mould, as you say and be the true self. A beautifully composed poem, loaded with class, honesty and if I may, a sprinkle of panache in contradiction to the theme of the poem - perhaps you are finally free or at least getting there.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
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Nice title
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incredibly well constructed, perfectly formed and from a human perspective very real particularly with regard to those very human traits which include the need to ask, to know and to believe in something outside of ourselves .. Neville
True freedom, therein the spirit lifts!
Gotta admit...AI, it seems, has some capacity to evolve itself... a wee bit frightening, actually...
beautifully expressed - you are just the creation that you were meant to be - and do remember that no one in this world is perfect - so lots of hope there..
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