Who do we pray to when we kneel? I don’t know A God made by man From clay, like a golem Brought to life by wishing it so We gave Him all the power save free will? It is written, ask, knock and the door will open Like open sesame Why do we ask, knock? only to get no answer I DON’T KNOW We gave him a get out clause His mysterious ways Yet his name is the first from our lips When troubles pursue STILL, I DON’T KNOW ©AnitaDawes2022
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Thank you so much for sharing!
Your poem captures the human struggle to understand faith, mystery, the divine. It’s a journey we all must take, and when the answers arise, we finally know Peace. 💗 Well done, Anita.
You are right, Gwen. This poem really does capture our struggles.
A loud hallelujah… and thanks, Gwen… 💕