Faith
Brought up Catholic so God fearing.
Be good, or the Devil will be nearing.
Offer it up, this hell on Earth.
Repayed in heaven, for what it's worth.
I now believe we live on in spirit.
This makes more sense, has more merit.
A conscious stream, and like a leaf
I grow then fall and drop beneath.
To resurface in another time and place.
Perhaps in the presence of His holy grace.
Or perhaps reborn to live again.
So many lessons yet to learn.
My faith is strong in what's right and wrong.
It's how I live my life, how I feel I belong.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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