By Joel Duncan
Word Count: 309
Rating: G (suitable for all audiences)
Summary: A poem about confronting mortality and struggling with doubt
Death
is a harsh word,
you probably cringed a little when you read it.
I used to binge think about what that actually meant for me.
Taped up prayers wouldn’t ease me to sleep.
A cheap way to keep my thoughts at bay.
I learned that no dreams is way better
than bad dreams.
Jesus was so complicated.
People are often bullied for believing.
Religion can be deceiving at times.
How are we supposed to find meaning
in life when the answers we already have
are bleeding out the truth
and we are being forced
to patch it up with proof?
Evidence is so complicated.
But nothing can compare to the feeling of Jesus.
I used to put my hands together to pray,
I would shake and my voice quaked.
But why was I so scared to confide if I believed
there was no one listening at the other side?
Life is so complicated.
But is it though?
We know so much about God, now people are trying to
dumb our logic down by twisting the words we say out loud.
They’re becoming agitated and tense.
People are attempting to out-do each other
because the suspense of wondering what comes
next after life is intense.
Prayer is so complicated.
Lift your hands up in the air
and say a prayer.
God wants us to fix ourselves,
because now the only time we make contact
is when we’re offering ourselves for repair.
I was so complicated.
I thought I was working fine.
But if I wasn’t broken then why did I need fixing?
Because until I left my heart open,
I didn’t realise a part of me was missing.
Very sweet!