I’m out of place
in the wrong time
in the wrong world.
My life barrels along
yet no progress is made
I seek comfort in words,
but only find a blank page.
Prayer is my hope
but the words are dry
no miracles this day.
The pews are empty
the people scoff
come down from your pulpit
that cross you bear,
they all say.
Even the faithful
mock my every move
we’re too busy
to listen to you.
I try each day
to recall those words
the ones I heard
in the silence of my heart,
when you sought my life
and called out my name
even if I wasn’t smart.
So I followed you
dropping my nets
along the shoreline
and into the wilderness
I walked,
that lonely path.
You are the Way,
the Truth and Life,
how can so many
prefer death?
The nails are hammered
the sound loud on the coffin
of the life I’ve chosen.
I believe, I cry!
Help my unbelief.
Now there is only silence
as I listen for that voice
in the depths of the darkness,
leading me to the light.
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