Forgive the difficult

Have ye seen a star how they shine
It is them that shines themselves
So now, tell me, have thou lighten up thyself
Or what have thou been up to

Have thee seen a shooting star
They called it, wish luck or good luck
So now, tell me, have ye believed in thyself
Or what have ye in thy mind

Have ye known Belief, she is faithful
Have you known her, she is a sworn spirit
Have thou known Faith he is believable
Have thee known him he is true to himself

So now, tell me, what have ye in thy mind
Oh, forgive a riddle, have thou to thy repetition
For thy affirmation, and thy loyalty
Have you come to your sense for thy sake

So now, I tell you, He who made you, me, and everything
He is the Belief, and Faith that is Him, for He is Them
Have ye understood that He is Them, the Belief and the Faith
But I personify or anthropomorphize, all that I image

Have ye seen a riddle in the heart when their hands speak
Or have thou seen speaking in the mind when their mouth shuts
Or have thee come to thy sense for thy thoughts
Or have them, riddles, that astonishes thou? Oh, forgive the difficult

© Ismael Mansoor