And still I see no miracle

My hand, My feet
Make me bleed
My hands, My feet
Make me believe
This. Is. Me.
Asking for faith

Why have you never come to me in form, in voice, in sign?
Refusing to shine light into this shallow, shadowed heart of mine?
It's only all in YOUR name
How much money is a church willing to cough up...
to make it seem like they are not the sinners here?

Funny how...the least religious one
Spends the longest time in the church...
Most of them only want something in return for their faith anyway...

This. Is. Me
BEGGING to believe.

Why, So many little ants....such little time to play God...
NO!
Violence is never the answer
.....BUT IT DEPENDS WHAT THE QUESTION WAS!

THIS IS ME!!
Gathering up all the fallen halos.

Poem by InsideOutGirl

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