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Author: MaryCurly This is a poem I wrote recently, it's my thoughts on the existence of God. Or lack thereof. December 4th, 2004.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 139 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-28-05 - id: 1819612
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Turn the last page,
Then take a look
At how your life's
become a book.
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"Are you there, God?
It's me, Mary."
Of course He's not there,
So why are you asking?
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You think all pain
Is just a punishment?
Watch where you want
To vest all your confidence.
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You think your whole life
Lies in His hands?
Then maybe He didn't want
To give you a chance.
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You think He's made
All of creation?
Thus come the powers
Of imagination.
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Sweet December.
You curse such a month.
When there's only belief
For the beloved son.
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How can you believe
That he cuts up his bread?
Lives on a cross,
Just to rise from the dead?
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If Heaven's acceptance
Is determined at death,
Then you'll only repent
Until your last breath.
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