Prayer

Lord, what makes these seas flow, wash and splash so endlessly?
Yet your children’s corruption hearts stopping so abruptly?
The soul’s unreliability, lack of predictability
Far unlike the storms, seas and winds – those elements know of actual roots as
They pattern relentlessly…
…and yet you love us moreso unconditionally?
Why??
When they are all proven as pretty as rust
Brown greys embittered and chippered –
Falling in bits n’ pieces as ashes now considered nothing but wastes of yesterday’s haste
Not a single one a child of trust.
Not a single ‘I must’ amongst such uncommitted lust.
Not a single true within such spineless youth.
Their sole intention lies in skewed rationale’s retention…

We leave you
We all leave each other
We love to leave one another
We first question why we leave our brothers –
Then all so boastfully quick to admit,
Yet too holy for guilt trips?
Grace is no place or license to unaccountability
Yours and ours hypocrisy shines above all praises and singing,
Yet I can hold no outspoken misunderstanding,
Lest be labeled unworthily hate-baiting…
It’s Your aid of the THEM – a herd so little deserving,
What have they done, that I’ve misread? Which keeps them so pain free?
What secrets have you revealed that you keep from me?
Is the writing of this very thing
Keeping mine time from a precious tithe?
Yet if it was done, mine own motives would subside to inevitable selfish pride –
Is it no lie?
Any hopes or fight for a peace’s place erased
Before I even lay forth the cheapened bread, too little too late –
A donation of never enough
A thought killed before I ever thought it up.
A filthy rag to you, the King, and cheap instant gratification for
Me, the thing –
Completely and routinely unsurprising.

This is supposed to be harder? Yet easier? Of what, where do I stand, speak or sit?
May I ask if You even give a sh*t?
Bustling, waiting, forgiving, wanting leading to forced oaths –
Most growth harbors little character trumped by the frustrating,
Have you ever really been listening?
Yet hear this one final cry and plead,
If You have no plans, then just please let me finally go free.

May 29, 2015 | Categories: Christian poems, Christian poetry, Creative writing, Poetry | Tags: bible, christian, christian poetry, christian writings, dark christian poems, dark poems, dark poets, doubting, frustrating, frustration, god, jesus, Lord, morbid poetry, Poetry, spiritual, spiritual poetry, spirituality, spiritually frustrating | Leave a comment