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Author's Note: Please do not fall sway to seeing beyond the artistry of the poem at something that isn't there. Granted, I am an atheist and my life has never been easy, this is not a reflection of why I became that way. It is only an eye-opening statement, albiet ironic, as to why some people do become an atheist. It is one of those "what if" kind of tales in rhyme.
I was, at the time of this writing, a victim of my Muse when this rolled from my mind to the keyboard and came to rest in a folder on my desk top. My Muse was triggered into action by a conversation I was having with a friend about my lack of faith. I hope you won't hold poetic license against me. Hey there God! Remember me? I'm the one that thinks You've forgotten me. I searched for You For many years. Hoping, just maybe, You would quell my fears. With each beating I got As a young kid, I prayed You'd grant mercy, But You never did. Through all of my tribulations, I carried on the best that I could, I never lost my faith, But eventually, I knew I would. As year after year Passed me by, I gave up on You, God. Don't ask me why. Chalk it up to skepticism. Declare it unfair. I called on You, God, But You were never there! I know there are those who say You are always with me. They told me to look into my heart, And that is where You would be. Again I fell When trouble arose. I called on You to hear me, With my plaintive woes. Once more I was denied, No solace did I receive. After all I had been through, What reason did I have left to believe? Now my life, Is drawing to an end, I still don't believe in You, And I surely won't pretend. Then it happened last night, Someone who really cares, Got down on his knees, And offered You his prayers. He asked You to guide me, In my sleep, let me find relief. He's strong in his convictions, Firm in his beliefs. So, what do You say, God? Will You listen to him? Accepting his pleads, And make my life less grim. God, don't make another mistake, Don't ignore his plea, You just never know, He may become an unbeliever like me.
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