Belief, Faith, And All That JazzA Poem by Laura Pruett
Belief – in a word -
That’s what I lack
Unfortunate though it is,
It’s a sad fact
I might have sense,
But I have no change
I was behind the door,
Hiding, out of range
I didn’t hear the do-gooders
Calling out my name
While the pope spake out
And Judgment Day came
So that’s the way it is
When it boils down to it
Whatever God gave others
For me, it wasn’t fit
I go through life
And yes, there’s something missing
But it does no good to cry,
Nor deal in reminiscing
There’s no one for me to blame
So I blame no one
I’m no Lucifer
But then, I am no nun
I’m not the only person
Who missed out on this faith,
But I’ll still be the person
Who has to face the wraith
Alone or in company
Matters not at all
When my heartbeat fades
And those drumbeats call
I sometimes wonder
What did I that was wrong?
The only thing that’s certain is
I won’t have to wonder long
Life is so short
I must appreciate it now
I’m glad I’m who I am
I’m glad that I know how
So many people flail about
Uncertain and ashamed
They point their fingers all around
Saying they’ve been framed
Whatever I may be,
A blamer I am not
Myself I have gained -
Belief is what I’ve lost
© 2008 Laura Pruett |
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2008 AuthorLaura PruettBrownwood, TXAboutDear You, Well, I've put off writing an information section about myself...but I suppose the time has come when all good things must end. So here I am, writing this biography that I have little inter.. more..Writing
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