Faith

Faith

A Poem by Mark
"

belief is a large part of what makes us human

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I know I should get down and worship from my knees

but I'm too broken to ever get back up again.


I know I should feel the inspired demand

But I know too much not to think


I hear there's a herd of euphoric like minds

I'm too jaded to find the energy


There's all those groups and grappling hooks

I wish I understood what it is to be human.


And why We love to hate so much.

© 2020 Mark


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Humans are a fragile lot and sometimes like waves of the ocean at that...one minute focused and the next, gone to join the "whole" so to speak...I am not sure why faith is so hard to achieve, it always seems tangible yet a fingertip away :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


Mark

4 Years Ago

I searched a very long time for faith until one day I woke up and realized I was much more centered .. read more
you are quite human and it shows in your words of search.
I don't know why we love to hate so much.
I think there is a herd mentality...but i do think most poets don't follow that.
we genuflect in our hearts, even if our knees won't take the literal bending.
and we just keep searching for a human understanding, and relating it in words as much as we can comprehend.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Mark

4 Years Ago

I don't think many of us truly understand being human. It's like asking a fish what water is. We are.. read more

Maybe not all in the same thing, or things, but we all gotta have it, dont we sir.. thoroughly enjoyed my friend....

Neville

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Mark
Mark

Dallas, TX



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