HALFWAY TO PARADISE

Some pathways are a track to no destination.

Try walking broken bridges,

And you'd understand the truths of a vanishing point.

We speak of desires and how these ires pushes us to long for heaven,

And find fulfillments.

But our hearts have learnt to wax lyrical,

Till it fuels our brain with vain imaginations,

And a boy sets out on a journey for great warriors

Without a single instrument of war.

Another boy is a bag of raw gold,

And he has burnt into his heart the belief that his heaven was certain.

He can see the doors open unto him,

But to walk the fire before him into paradise became a debate

That shoved his conviction aside and melted his dreams into a ghost.

Poof! Like smokes in the air.

But there are days,

When conscience will reveal to you the secrets of your flaws,

And the margin of your errors.

Or more still,

The foolishness of your thoughts,

And how fear has wrought you into shreds,

That except you accept your guide, and walk blind in the Light Of The World,

You may not see.

Some pathways are a track to no destination.

But when our readiness is fed with the Bread Of Life,

We would see beyond the lies of vanishing points

And walk across waters where the bridges are broken.

#El_Magnifico™

[[Published on Cultural Reverence Magazine]]