There was a time with folded hands I bowed my head and prayed,
A Godly girl with innocence who read her scriptures daily
Life’s trials and tribulations resulting in a faith that’s since decayed
no meaning left in the hymns I used to sing so gaily
Some say I’ll be sorry for this religion I’ve betrayed
for doubting the existence of an almighty God
What fuels your faith, tell me, is it you’re afraid?
of the nothingness and blackness six feet below the sod
Though I no longer live my life by a Divine Command,
and no longer am I convinced by the church’s guile
To those God-fearing I can understand,
perhaps the comfort it offers in our goodbye that’s final
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Brittany Jo (
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Comments2
Very nicely written poem i fine write about religion and retiring from it and wondering why or the reason people believe. Personally I don't believe in god, never had but i still go church to keep my mom happy but religion does seem like some wishful thinking but if these things existed i think me and me colleagues would go to hell if i'm being perfectly honest because of their "rules".
Guess we never really know til we “know”!
Indeed I'm more curious/excited then scared
Interesting piece, religion can be a very beautiful or a very dangerous thing, and can be used as a tool for dictatorship which destroys any beauty it may if had to begin with.
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