WW III
a poem by Ekabuddhi
Posted February 18, 2003

and riveted with fear
we walk
can you deny it?

faith
is such a frail thing
or
is it cured into steel?

faith is what we walk with
when fear frightens
beyond belief

and as we fear
percieved personal afronts fall through cracks
life matters
trivialities? gone

faced with inevitable death
the reality of life
brings relief

with reality
embrace the world
God's world
faith

obeisances,
ekaBuddhi