Issi Young ’17 is done with her Creative Writing class (taken in 2014-15), but poetry is not done with her! Enjoy this new work by a prolific poet.
Faith
A mind that ventures through unexplored crevices
Climbing a rusty yellow ladder to find the colony of dust
that has gathered on the highest shelf
atop an ancient prayer book,
the deteriorating pages smell of salt,
as if years ago somebody had wept
in search of solace from the scripture
She nestles the book in her arms
and carries it to the ground,
singing the hymns aloud,
with echoes magnifying her loneliness
As a resident of Nowhere in Particular
She yearns for a God to hear her melodic melancholy
but when you zoom out,
she will appear merely a speck amongst eternity
How will fate ever find her?
and so she sheds a transient tornado of tears
onto the words of the healing prayer
and I remember why I am an Atheist.