By John Roy
Faith can break your soul
Faith makes a promise humans don’t keep
Faith makes a promise, the church turns its back
You are almost done
The once strong fortress
Lies in ruins
When I was quiet
I was loved
When I raised my hands
I was embraced
Now it’s broken
Just memories, some painful, others framed
In the wreckage there is anger
There once was faith to move mountains
Now there is doubt
Yet that’s not as painful as I was told
I had to ask
I needed to know
I was seeking and knocking as I was told
Can I build back from the rubble?
Is curiosity a spiritual gift?
Can doubt and faith be neighbors?
Can I be different than before and be loved?
by God . . . by family?
Find people who will love you now and later
Ask questions without answers
Be humble
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