Sincere Mystics Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Sincere Mystics

Knocks on my doorthe night is cold,
if my reasons are reasons at all,
someone has none of it,

There's no war greater than the man himself, his own demons,

Devil in saint's clothing,
elaborate with senseless sentences and the fear of futility,

If life started long ago,
the problem had been wastes,

denials the eyes can'topened
the locked doors that can't be pried by locksmith,

For yours is the passion on these uneven fields,
articles of faith in the unknown midst,
you stand alone with Gods you can't see,
beliefs that's far too great and sense like sniffing colds of a blocked nose.

If yours are the eyes to see God, blessed,
and yours is the kingdom,
what you find like the needle in the haystacks.