Prena Poetry

i put you in my prayers quite often

i think i will do the same

even in another life time

but it’s funny

that i don’t believe much in faith

or the conformist path others tell me to take

i don’t believe that i will ever wake up one morning

and meet you in the temple of our memories

and yet i dream of gods

some nights

he is not a man or a son or a bronze carving

i see him

yet i don’t see him

but i feel him

and it is not something

grand or a celestial curiosity

they tell you about

it feels

a lot ordinary

and yet quite heavenly

like experiencing

the warmth of an afternoon sun

or wearing your favorite shoes

and stepping on some brown crispy leaves

or like sipping orange juice

with your brother

on some cool summer evenings

it feels holy

to understand that

i can find god in the most ordinary things

like in the bark of the trees my father planted

or in the spark of my mother eyes

i feel him sleeping

in between the emptiness of my chest

i feel him in the warmth of someone’s hugs

and in aroma of curry my grandmother makes

i am not looking for some grand redemption

i am no longer seeking

for a after life of someone i can’t be

i am living

in all these little moments of life

that has been offered to for now

i am here

i might just be a speck

in the all of the creation

as i about speak about it

but i feel alive

in the tiniest possible way

i hope you find your way

to something like that

in this or any of the world

you choose to be a part of