In times of trouble I’ve been asked to seek,
Your guidance, your assurance, your intervention,
But I find myself reluctant to speak,
Believing has found such apprehension.
There was a time, a place, a life,
Where you were my anchor, my beacon,
Even when in times of strife,
My resolve in you would never weaken.
The darkness came and demons swarmed,
Visions of death and despair filled my sanity,
Still I held out and survived the storm,
Vicious was your divine inhumanity.
It was not demons or darkness or pain,
that had exiled out of the church,
Doubtful I’ll return to the faith again,
I cast myself out, abandoning the search.
Angels no longer above my shoulder,
I wonder what if I never knew you,
My days grew longer, my nights grew colder,
I begin to question all I thought that was true.
A stoic soul displaced the desire to believe,
Torn away from the sanctified place,
What once was truth would now deceive,
I stand here now fallen from grace.
Posted in Poetry
Tags: faith, religion