Away From God

That we are the ones who distance ourselves from god

God where might I find thee

Underneath an unturned stone

Lord, how might I know thee

Why am I he who is all alone

When thee wilst not acknowledge

Is it because I still embrace what's sin

So what if I refuse thy atonement

Does that mean thou wilt not forgive

Christ, who am I

The shell; hollowness without thy ghost

Wandering within the thickset forest

Off the path into another darkness lost

Thou wilst not speak

I wilst not pray

Thus, my soul is stagnant entangle

In decline goes astray

Harder hearts evermore unwilling

Then to do thy simple loving will

With own terms in goals as I continue

And drift I do, away from thee futher still

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Sometimes the rage and the guilt can carry us so far from grace. This piece illustrated this so profoundly. I am always awonder when I hear of religious purveyors deal so in fire and brimstone; it can only deliver us further from bliss. This was a fantastic write, Mike.

[Michael G. Smith]

Yes, Christ taught with love not fear.

[rutherford]

The struggle to believe and do the right thing well told.

[Michael G. Smith]

I try to be a storyteller. Thanks.

[Rita L. Sev]

The very essence of in is that we turn our hearts from God. Human beings are so willful. This is a strong piece that shows faith and human nature colliding.

[Michael G. Smith]

The scriptures say man is a natural enemy of God. We need constant spiritual nourishment to stay close to Him, but everthing in this life comes down to choice. We can only serve one master.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

The last line keeps echoing in my head.. It's really sad to be apart from God. Thanks, Mike. You surprised me with this theme. :)

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Blue, have a good weekend.

[MikeV]

Awesome write! :)
So sad drifting away from God

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Mike. It's human nature that's why must do what it takes to stay close, pray read scriptures and etc...

[Annette Bromley]

This is an excellent poem and describes so clearly a wretchedly troubled soul. You know where to turn but the human heart is so stubborn as it clings to self-will. I found it interesting that you used old English which I find gives this poem a depth of quality modern English would not...a deeply moving poem of lamentation.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Annette, forgive me for not getting back to your comment sooner. life has finally given me enough reprieve so I can spend more time here. your comment speak truth and wisdom.