Belief is Relative

I don't believe in fairies
Although it seems I might
They often are referred to
In the poems I write

I've only ever seen one
In imagination's eye
Symbolic little creatures
For land and sea and sky

Perhaps if I had children
I don't, much to my shame
The veil might be much less opaque
I'd see them when they came

I've never met a goblin
Except, on a certain wall
They were fighting in the paint
With swords and shields, and all...

Are there really garden gnomes
Mermaids, trolls, or elves?
I've seen them in the movies
And the bindings on my shelves.

Not sure the moon's a deity
The natural satellite
That orbits near our planet
And visits every night.

She's rather cool and sexy
Especially in Fall
I suppose she can be feminine
So, the 'goddess' I will call.

I doubt I'll ever see a ghost
Or feel a presence near
That calls on me from the beyond
But, I hope it will appear.

Can't say that there's an afterlife
Or heaven where we'll thrive
And mingle with the spirits
That, too, were once alive.

I do not have a guru
A savior, or a priest
Yet, I know of demagogues
And thieves I like the least.

Even if I'm hesitant
To say that I believe
My sentiment, not fraudulent
To the stories I still cleave.

I'll always read more fairy tales
And myths where monsters live
I'll study art and literature
My strong support I'll give.

I'll learn languages and music,
Poetry and lore
And when I finish one book
I'll start to read much more.

I'll ponder ancient systems
Of spitirtual belief
And think about the magic
In each mythical motif.

And when I'm at a festival
Where children brightly glow
With sparkling wings and magic wands
Then suddenly I'll know!

The super, natural creatures
They truly do exist
The little ones keep pointing out
What I must have missed!

Their eyes are full of wonder
Their opinions true
Their lenses are not murky
With the clouds that block my view.

When I am around them
I'd rather play their games
They are the little fairies
Called by different names.

Someday they might be cynical
But, now, so joyous, free
I hope that they stay positive
And let their blessings be.

Belief is always relative
To how your formed and made
Your personal ingredients
Your own unique brocade.

If a fairy is a being to you,
A thought, a game, a style
What's the difference in the end?
If it brings a smile.

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Theo J. van Joolen©2011