Why do you feel far?
Why do I swim in these high and low tides?
One minute I am surrounded by sharks
and the other I swim among little fishes.
Your voice seems distorted
and your words are complicated
filled with parables and mysteries.
Your children lush out leaving me standing on the fact that you exist
But ending up losing faith in your diluted words.
They seem twisted and rewritten by man.
Losing their beautiful warmth and character.
Fading from one hand and print.
For years you have watched
and allowed this chaos and blasphemy,
the defamation of your words
from century to century.
So are your words still true and virtuous?