Faith

A lady came up to me today,

She had lost both breasts

With soul in her eyes she spoke of a savior.

Naive promises of saccharine salvation and loving embraces 

Coated her tongue.

"It’s too good to be true"

But no she beholds "I swear it’s a fact"

Just promise your soul, your skin, and senses 

To a miraculous God!

 

 I know the one that you speak of,

He who turns water to wine, and rises resurrected.

To him you’ve pledged you fidelity?

Why?

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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daffy2230

faith is strong but why?

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