FATHER

From my poetry collection REBORN©. Image by Stathi Stathi©

In a miraculous way I found out today,
that I never pray on Sunday.
Broken mirror is my soul, her words left untold,
never been a whole, oh please forgive me Lord.


I see the sky at sea, birds talk about me.
What's her reason, for loosing religion?
Nature is a church, you must ask and search,
for finding His Soul, to the things above.

What's her reason, for loosing religion?

I don't want to ask, never wore a mask.
I don't want to beg, never had a debt.
Doing good is my reaction to evils' action.
I don't say thank you for my life, just in fear for afterlife.


What's her reason, for loosing religion?

I never pray on Sunday.
I find God in every single word
my tears say ·oh Lord, i have lost my way.
Like a refugee, i fled from the land of fidelity.


What's her reason, for loosing religion?

Father, father how can I accept hell,
living without you after your death.
Someone to blame, this is what i am.
After all this pain, life seems so vain.

What's her reason, for loosing religion?

I have lost me, i have lost you, i have lost Lord.
Death has taken my precious soul.
For what to pray, now you are away,
night is the day, now someone must pay.

What's her reason, for loosing religion?
The death of my father, my own conviction.