Faith.

We were left alone,
Pondering your existence.
We were left,
Practically forsaken;
Trying to imitate the unknown
By praying at alters
And confessing our sins
To other sinners.
I have never heard your voice,
But I have prayed to the sky,
To the branches of the trees in your forest,
Hoping cardinals and crows
Would carry my words on high.
I have seen water flowing,
I have lifted my hands,
And I have reached out
Into that unknown realm
We call “God.”

Reviews

[JR]

Great use of consistent imagery, and I like how it progressed from the structure of religion to the spirituality of nature. The lines "Hoping cardinals and crows / Would carry my words on high"... that's straight up power right there. This poem really will stick to me, thanks for posting it.