If there is a god, my question to God is why?
They knelt and whispered of a holy spark,
A seed of light bestowed by hands divine,
That I was crafted in the quiet dark
To hold a sacred gift, a grand design.
They told me I was chosen, blessed, and bright,
A vessel for the beauty I could make,
Yet as I reached to pull the morning light,
He watched the very world I loved, unmake.
If He is love, then why the ash and bone?
Why did the garden wither at my feet?
I built my temple stone by heavy stone,
Only to find the ruins incomplete.
And those who claimed to guard the sacred flame,
Were those who held the stones to cast at me;
They carved my skin with every jagged name,
A twisted mark of their hypocrisy.
They branded me a sickness in the blood,
A broken gear inside the perfect clock,
They dragged my spirit through the winter mud,
And turned the key inside a hollow lock.
I was the defect, so the judges cried,
The smudge upon the glass, the rot within,
Until the spark they praised began to hide,
Beneath the weight of their imagined sin.
So tell me, is the gift a poisoned well?
A tether meant to drag me through the mire?
To build a heaven only for a hell,
And feed my life into the common fire?
If I am made of God, then God is strange—
To bless the art, but break the artist's heart,
To give the power to arrange and change,
Then tear the masterpiece and me apart.
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Friendship (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I completed this project during my senior year in college, reflecting the cycle of life.
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Comments4
A most powerful poem with a question that many ask and that leads to a division of faith from mind where one can not fathom a god that would destroy or allow to be destroyed what he created. Well written with great rhyme and wonderful flow in good meter. A fave
I really enjoyed this write. It's quite relatable and asks some good questions. It also flows really well.
Well written - Syd 🍄
Good write, if there is a god he must have one twisted sense of humour
Friendship, what a powerful piece. I appreciate that you let the questions remain questions instead of rushing toward resolution...and especially college-aged. The contrast between being told you carry a divine spark and then being wounded by those claiming to defend that same light is deeply affecting. This one stayed with me. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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