Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie forhosting this week’s prompt on Talisemans:
” Talisman weave stories of our hopes, our fears, our dreams, our pasts, and our futures. Weave a tale about a talisman – perhaps one of yours, and let us into the sometime secret worlds talismans represent and protect.”
It’s not an exciting story,
It’s not a —
Huge secret, I’ve few talismans.
Save a cross, if one —
Would call crosses,
Talismans; but I’m not superstitious.
When the dead are gone,
They’re good and —
Gone; to another place sent.
Perhaps there exists wandering ghosts,
Lost wailing spirits,
But maybe, they’re demons deceitful.
There’s no inbetween, no purgatory,
No nothingness, only —
Eternal life or eternal death.
I don’t consider much is —
Coincidence or luck,
Mostly, there are miracles –hope.
Prayer is beyond this realm,
Something spirititual; ethereal,
Unexplained, mysterious, but for faith.
Yet, I think superstition is —
A human creation,
If we cannot explain something,
Make up stories, so we’ll
All feel better,
When logically truth is quite clear.
A conundrum itself,
Faith mixed with,
Reason explaining what we fear.
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