Holly Lake Poet Iambic Pentameter

Why Bother Believing At All?

As I sink into the shabby old chair,
I reflect and think, "Well how is that fair?"
DoesGod not love us, is that not his will?
Or have we ignored his love for a thrill?

Created through greatness supposedly,
But half of what's here makes me want to flee.
What lays before us, before you and I,
POINTLESS! We know in the end we just die.

Yet still we will suffer these "acts of God",
But no one will say it, some may just nod
Our thoughts are silenced, and kept in our heads,
Me? I'd rather scream it out loud instead.

So hide your troubles and go with the flow!
Is he there? Is he with us? I say NO.

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Susan Palli September 18, 2010 at 5:35 AM Well written and logical. However, the ruler of this world in not God. (Luke 4:5-8)

Adzemye Moye September 18, 2010 at 12:58 AM this one's close to the heart, nice job, keep on writing

Linda-Marie Sweetheart September 17, 2010 at 2:58 PM Welcome to Poetry Soup... enjoyed your thoughts on your perception of God.. God is Love... and Beauty too... destructive things are wake up calls to humans to remember God is in charge of the Universe.. my opinion but its gotten me this far in my life and enjoyed another viewpoint tonight..with luv..

Carol Sunshine Brown September 17, 2010 at 7:56 AM I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Holly. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. You can look to the left side of the main page and find lots of information on PoetrySoup including contests by members of PoetrySoup and contests by the PoetrySoup site also which you may enter.If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol

Doris Culverhouse September 17, 2010 at 5:35 AM honesty is seen in your work...I look at all the madness in the world and say the opposite....if it was not for Jesus I would not want to go on....he is my hope.

David Smalling September 17, 2010 at 4:23 AM A powerful poem; a great poet is moved by honesty every time. God's love is sure, but the pleasures of the world is the devil's hook, and we like puppets are played between them ... until our fate is activated into love, and praise by choice parts the screen of our vision. Welcome to poetrysoup, my friend. I will enjoy your friendship and your wit.