The Land Of Forsaken

The land of forsaken

Is a barren position.

Hearts are hardened.

Resistance cuts off…

Communication.

Our structures of life.

Our structures of life.

How much light

Are we willing 

To let in,

To come back to a place

Of acceptance

And relating?

The land of forsaken

Is a place of lost hearts,

Somewhere in shadows,

Hidden,

Beauty none the less, this fog and watery bramble.

Beauty none the less, this fog and watery bramble.

In the wilderness

Of conscience, 

Forgotten.

Rhododendren Path

Rhododendren Path

Love calls out,

But there is no answer,

For too great 

Is the darkness.

Life can be a rock, too.

Life can be a rock, too.

Eyes are closed,

Ears won’t hear,

The plea of sincerity,

Love’s call to come back

To relating.

How beautiful the light that gives life.

How beautiful the light that gives life.

So the light of life

Waits,

In the quiet landscape

Of patience.

©2014 C. E. Eksuzian, all rights reserved.

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