Missing Faith
She wants to believe;
Longs to have a blind heart,
And to be certain of a fair world
Where the good are saved
And a mythical martyr protects the faithful.
She wants to believe
That the words spoken from the pulpit are true,
And strains to feel a God in the preacher's voice,
Trying to fool her mind into listening to her heart.
And sometimes,
Sometimes,
When the world is falling
Around her in leaves,
And light streams through the cold,
She does believe---
Just for a moment.
Then the night falls,
And she is left alone in a world where
Calls to a busy father go unanswered.
[I guess this could be about me, but then that would make the third person egotistical, huh? I was tired of writing somewhat trite first person poems, but if this makes me seem like a megalomaniac… Okay, then, I'll just hope that this is universal. I guess what I'm trying to say is that not everyone without specific religious beliefs (or religious beliefs that match the mainstream) is in that situation because of lack of effort to accept the mainstream. Just because some people are able to feel faith that a god exist doesn't mean that everyone can feel it, even if they try, y'know? Oh, that was jumbled, but, you know, I'm sure you'll figure this out and I won't get any reviews that say "But God IS the way!!!" because that would be entirely missing the point, and you guys are too smart for that, right?]