Afraid

John Prophet

We are born
into an
unknown
world.
Slowly
we learn
as we go.
Taught by
those who
came before.
Who in turn
we're taught
by those who
came before.
Generation after
generation
passing
knowledge
forward.

Knowledge
differed
region
by region.
Belief systems
differed
region by
region.

The common
link
in all this?
The
knowledge
passed
had its
roots
in beliefs of
ancient people,
people who
we're
gripped
by fear.
Fear of
the world they
were born into.
Fear of the
unknown
Fear of death.

Today we still
fear the
unknown.
We still fear
death.

Until we
conquer
our fears,
we can not
move forward.
If we can not
move forward,
we'll be
devoured
by our
future.

 

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 5th, 2017 04:29
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Comments4

  • Louis Gibbs

    Questioning the belief systems passed down to us would be a very productive start, I agree. Thought-provoking good write, JG!

    • John Prophet

      Hi Louis,

      Thank you for your comment.
      Just read several of your works.
      Seems like you're another who sees beyond
      the vail. 👍🏼

      • Louis Gibbs

        Such is the blessing and the curse, isn't it.

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      • Goldfinch60

        Our fears of what is ahead will become the experiences of our past. Good write.

      • orchidee

        In the sense of 'true knowledge' I read recently 'In Christ are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge'. So to discover them we can pray, commune with God (talk to Him), find what we need. Is how I see it.

        • John Prophet

          Hi orchidee,

          We mere mortals have no idea what’s really going on. Speculation runs amok.
          Our beliefs can offer comfort, help us through.

        • Tony36

          Great write and so true

          • John Prophet

            Thank Tony...

            • Tony36

              Welcome



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