FAITH

FAITH

By Peter Woodgate

One day God spoke to me

And I could clearly see

Not outwardly, but deep within my soul.

My transgressions were laid bare,

As if, for all to share,

And, confessing every sin, was now my goal.

Oh I had this strange belief,

Almighty God was real, my chief,

And all before my eyes, revealing Him.

So, I trod religious routes,

Wearing out so many boots,

On the path to rid myself of every sin.

But, each denomination entered

Had a schism, was self centered,

And I questioned why these factions should occur,

Surely He, who fashioned all,

Should have the final call

And faith, not for diversity, to stir.

Mankind, acutely flawed,

Cannot be guided or assured

By a god that seems imperfect, just like he,

It appears that God allows

So much pain on beaten brows

With death, destruction, grief, for all to see.

My blind faith has faded fast

And I fear it will not last

Yet conversely I see things that make me wonder,

The detailed structure and design

Of each creature down the line,

A rainbow, lightning, and almighty thunder.

I can’t believe it’s all by chance

That this Earth has learnt to dance

Our existence then is open to suggestions,

If it’s true, God is our maker,

And I should meet him at the crater,

I will beg the answers to so many questions. 

Copyright Peter Woodgate