by Aminah Anjum
Are you listening?
The world feels so inconsequential
And at times bigger than life itself.
Why gift me with finite understanding,
Conscience bounded by limits,
Just for me to exist in this infinite universe?
Stuck within the quantum superposition of good and sin
I search for You—in revelation, In believers who speak with feverish conviction
In myself, too.
Could our minds be so imaginative
Inventing tales to keep the possibility of divine justice intact?
But accepting the other realm to be make-belief
Is to accept I am a cosmic orphan.
It is
To bite the hand that feeds me.
Empty eyes tied to empty souls
I want something more than that:
I want to look beyond the stars,
Trace my life back to You–-Architect of Constellations, of bones, of blood.
I want purpose that transcends
What the small blue dot offers
Hanging in the expanding fabric of space.
I want escape from this cycle of:
Cynicism, doubt, hope
Death of hope (hope in death?)
AMINAH ANJUM is an undergrad student who used to love writing as a child and she believes she wrote better as a child than she does now as an adult. She has always wanted to share her work, and after reading “Show Your Work” by Austin Kleon, she is even more inspired to put her work out there and write more.