trying to nap, but I can't sleep
ambient light in the classroom
keeps my consiousness above the threshhold
of blissful dreams.

Sunlight filtering through the window
reflects onto my desk, and I ponder
what protons look like up-close-and-personal.
If white light is made of all colors,
if I was the size of an electron,
would it be as a rainbow marble jar?

I imagine, and my soul fills with joy
for Beauty, ideals we cannot grasp
ideals we can only say, "ii des" or "arimasen"
to explain them.
for all definitions cannot capture the essence,
ideas are worth ten thousand words
and a million thoughts.
the spirit of inspiration.

Holy Spirit, is it you who does such?
Or are you another sporadic nightmare?

Holy Spirit, ignored and alone.
you are no father, to ruffle the children's heads.
you are no son, a boyfriend, an unequal peer.
undefined and untaught.
the spirit of Christianity?

No poems expound your greatness.
No essays emphasize your warm embrace.
not even I know you, and how well do I know
the religion of the slaves?

what are you, truly?
the spirit of the Church?
was it you who told them to go on Crusade,
make an Awakening and burn the heretics?
be it thou who tell them to pray and pray
convert insanely as their only goal?
are you the one putting kindness into hearts,
understanding, love, friendship without judgement?

I don't really know who you are.
Few do, I believe,
(berenwasteland probably does - he is wise in ways I am a fool)

I'm not really angry with you,
or dissapointed or lost.
How do you miss what you never had at all?

But the bell rings - discordantly loud.
Flurry of people, and I must awaken my body
to return to another class.


(A/N) I wanted to round it off for now, make it a trilogy. Reviews accepted. Also, I'm hoping to have the next chapter of "Fighting the Beast" up by tonight. I love when I wake up to a flurry of reviews. And yeah, beren, there was no sarcasm involved. *small bow in general direction*