Faith awry

Inspired by the many conversations I’ve had lately, these words emerged in my journal today.  I have no aspirations of becoming a poet.  Frankly, I really don’t get it.  Yet, the most powerful images of my heart find voice in verse on occasion.

News, rumor, opinion:

indiscernible slush.

Twisted and turned around,

I lose my footing.

Seeing, I believe,

Dogma, shrouds doubt.

Censored questions,

Despising mystery;

Confusion and fear,

Chernobyl in my heart.

I do not wish to live

this way.

Tags: church, doubt, faith