Metaphysically ThinkingA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionJust because faith wavers, doesn't mean it isn't there.
Me and God....
me and God.... God, I find it difficult sometimes to understand; where did it end for me, I mean his shoulder for me to lean, was him leaving a part of the plan? My father that is.... wondering how he felt on the last day that he ever saw his kids; them demons that did him in, the salvation he found during he his twelve-year bid. Bad things happen to good people, and at thirty I still don't understand.... why I have to face these hurdles if most people find me to be a good man. Back-breaking gigs; corporations I can't seem to incorporate myself with.... then I'm told about being lewd and lascivious and that's just part of my gift; and a curse it seems, I used to dream of climbing in between thick things with nice inseams; but imagine being me.... me and my mama ain't never seen eye-to-eye on the same things. And I can only recall one time that I prayed and it worked; all the other times I prayed, things just got worse, so I wonder.... Me and God.... Me and God.... I'd like to say I'm good, but I don't think I've got it all. And yet, I still pray. © 2008 Mr. Deft DictionFeatured Review
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