Now those old gods
Have disappeared
And it seems mere mortals
Are now revered
I can’t help but wonder
If all such crooks
Shouldn’t too be confined
To story books
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog/)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Now those old gods
Have disappeared
And it seems mere mortals
Are now revered
I can’t help but wonder
If all such crooks
Shouldn’t too be confined
To story books
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog/)
Another winters night
Passes me by
As I lie here and think
Why me God, why?
I did everything
That you asked
Completed each
And every task
And yet here I am
All alone
With nowhere safe
To call my home
Wondering what else
I have to do
To feel anything other
Than contempt from you
Frozen with fear
In the dead of night
I shed a tear
And hold on tight
As I pray to you
To see me through
Hoping this time
You’ll hear my plight
Go to bed
Say your prayers
Just ignore me
And the other nay sayers
If it makes you feel good
To utter those words
In the belief your request
Will be heard
Then pay no mind
To the likes of me
Heathens devoid
Of all piety
We’ll suffer one day
When He proves to be true
And we’ll regret not kneeling
Next to you
I think he does this
From time to time
Sends me something
To ease my mind
Some small reminder
Of what once was
Knowing I find no comfort
In the words of God
From Beyond The Grave
There’s no
such thing
as a sign,
she said
Apart from
when you
need one,
he said
(Originally Posted 14.10.2019)
You know what they say
Doesn’t ring true
Yet upon it
You are told to rely
All those stories
Retelling past glories
But you’re not allowed to question why
What I’ve always wondered
Is who decided
Which one
Was the most hallowed
For I know
I needn’t look
To a fictional book
To guide me on moral code
False Gods
Will
it
always
be like
this
She
said
Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?
That all
depends
on the
book
He
said
In
which
you
choose
to believe
(Originally Posted 01.10.2020)
The coincidence
Inexplicable
The evidence
Inadmissible
But I know it’s you
Xxx
‘Reach out and touch faith’
As I walk
Into the sea
Never quite who
I wanted to be
I know that faith,
Hope and charity
All just proved
Too much for me
You say you’re ever loving
Yet your cruelty holds no bounds
If you care as much
As they tell me
Then why do you make me frown
Some find it easier to deify
Rules bestowed from up high
And trust in his miraculous plan
But I feel it wiser
To be your own advisor
Than rely on the thoughts of a man
Is this why we were put here
She said
To worship his favourite son?
I’m fucked if I know
He said
So let’s just have some fun
Ask
and
you
shall
receive
Is
that
the
doctrine
you
want me
to believe?
Well,
I’m
sorry
to say
you’re
shit
out of
luck
As it’s
clear
your
God
doesn’t
give
a fuck
You
calledMy
LordBut
didn’t
waitFor
the
answerI
was
appalledMy
LordTo
find
youSuch
a chancer
Will
it
always
be like
this
She
said
Don’t
I deserve
a reprieve?
That
all
depends
on the
book
He
said
In
which
you
choose
to believe
How long
Must I wait
For salvation?
I wish I believed.
It’s heartening to see those of faith comforted from words set down so many years ago.
It’s uplifting to hear the voices of the choir soar alongside such stirring melody.
It’s inspiring to gaze in wonder at those beautifully stained glass windows like so many before me.
Truly.
But I don’t believe. In anyone or anything.
I’m not sure if I lack the inclination or imagination. Or both.
I am glad there are those that can be lifted from their darkest moments by the arms their God.
Sadly, the only person who will rescue me…is me.
And I’m not sure I have the strength.