Undress

Written by: Shae

Edited by: Amirah

Illustrated by: AureusCor

I’ve watched The Crown

There’s an episode

About Prince Philip.

He asked three astronauts

About how it is on the moon,

How it impacted them spiritually.

Yet what he got is not philosophically enriched men,

He got ordinary men, who came with colds,

Men who explored physically, not spiritually.

Poor Philip wanted the grandeur of the moon landing,

What he got was scientists doing their jobs only,

Not “gods” or “giants”, just men.

Anticlimactic,

Little,

Disappointing.

A priest he dismissed

He came back to,

With grandeur unattained, with faith missing, wishing it back.

This got me questioning,

Take off all the makings of a royal,

What is he?

Strip us of all our achievements and contributions

What are we

But ordinary humans?

We are left with faith

The episode is trying to say,

Those who don’t have faith,

May be lost forever

Unless help is asked and given.

So for any renewal to begin,

Start by undressing yourselves

And look what is left,

Is it faith that stabilises us, regardless of whom or what,

Or a feeling of lost in this wave of life?