My Blessed Nothingness

We live in some very mysterious days.
Humorous are some and complexed are others.

I remember being told I had nothing.
Was nothing.
And was not going to amount to much more.

Today?
Well...
Those who romanced good credit,
With agendas to purchase things...
Hoping to seduce an attracted meaning,
Now proclaim they have lost everything.
With a 'nothing-to-do-edness'...
But prolong the sighing of their lives being empty.
Hoping that the booing hooing, alibis, excuses
And pitful stories told...
Gains a certain prominence,
For an assignment of empathy.

And here I am still without that nothingness,
Feeling very successful to have achieved it on my own.
With God's help, of course.

God has never been out of the mix,
Of my blessed 'nothingness'.
And i stay thrilled about it too!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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