So, I haven't written much lately, and contrary to how I often appear in this forum, I'm actually rumored to able to write articulately. With schools and all my MMO's I don’t think I've written anything decent in months. Anyway, this being awesome post #35: the multiple of lucky number 7 and the number 5 (of which I had a brief OCD obsession with), I decided to write something here. I didn't really feel like coming up with something new, so I flipped open my big blue book of unfinished ideas, looking to complete and post a short story, when to my dismay, the page open up to what appeared to be fragments of a poem.
I normally don't write poetry, and if memory serves me correctly (and it always does), this poem was originally for someone else in exchange for something, most likely art. The lady on the other end specified the topic of the poem to be in more or less words "I don't know, whatever, something about yourself maybe." I was feeling both intrigued and annoyed by various facets of religion at this point, and so started to write how I felt. About after writing maybe half of it, I felt like huge putz writing about myself for someone else, and changed to topic. Nonetheless, a portion of that poem survived, and random chance had urged me to complete it, and then share it with you fine folks. Far be it from me to back down from a bad idea, so I did just that. So, without further ado, here it is folks.
(Im a fan of the rhymeing verse btw, heh)
At night I often wonder
Of what goes on above
I ponder a divine presence
And his supposed endless love
But then there is the converse
As God seems quick to wrath
The sacraments I’d best to heed
Or soon to hell I’m cast
I think of Aidenn o’er us stretching
with Hades down below
and preachers often telling me
its to the later that I’ll go.
And so I sit and ponder
Of what our lord has planned
bliss eternal for the chosen
endless torment for the damned
Our existence is impermanent
its transient at best
and to some our mortal coil
is nothing but a test
A place at God’s right hand for those who pass
While those who don’t are sunk
And because this trial seems based on naught but faith
It seems likely I’ll too flunk
And that’s the nagging question
will my doubt damn me?
will I be turned aside for one transgression?
I’ll suppose I’ll wait and see.
honestly, I dont know why the capitilaization scheme changes like that.
Also, before anyone infers too much from this, that state of mind was long ago, God and I have a fairly happy relationship now, heh.
Interesting how your poems can keep my attention a lot longer than most well known poets. I'd say that makes you better than most poets in my book.
Speaking of books, are you still writing yours?
Id consider myself fairly religious, and I really liked it. Dont appologize for your feelings, because thats what defines who you are. Besides, I dont think God really wants blind faith. If you never question Him, then you arent really thinking about Him. To question your faith, is to force yourself to think about more than what some dude in a black suit told you. After all, its YOUR faith, not someone else's.
Yah, Im still writing my book, just not nearly at the pace I'd like to. I have maybe two chapters done, heh. :( I'm hoping with no computer games or consoles or anything but watching children to do at camp, I'll find time not to be a slug and actually write with my free time.
Just don't get any funny ideas while your up there. They're only children. Remember, it's not just a sin, it's a felony!
Even though I'm not very religious I agree with dark Vulpine. =/ Mrow~