Perplexed Faith
Why are you always the last
one I think to call upon
in times of dire need?
In desperation my thoughts mingle,
become a minefield of explosion,
as I bring all my deep set fears and troubles.
I do not see your face
and yet I am not blind,
no voice can I hear yet
my ears have no issue regards hearing;
I try to reach out - unable to touch you
My heart yearning and mind tormented.
This world is strange,
many things in this world new
things appearing we are not sure of;
whether of your plan or not?
So called alien and spiritual happenings,
things moving, occurrences unknown.
I remain but one of those confused.
Which things to believe I know not,
but have seen some myself,
although remain skeptical of others.
How are we to decipher
Where are we being led?
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