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Array ( [sid] => 142864 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dying to Know [time] => 2008-06-01 12:16:40 [hometext] => for the record, im not trying to make you doubt your faith/religion, but there are people who have strayed away from their faith/religion and/or are struggling with their faith/religion. Maybe you can relate [bodytext] => Why do people believe what they don’t see
but disbelieve what they do see?
It is easy for them, but not for me.

I’m dying to know if you exist
because I can’t keep on living like this.
I wake up, talk, and walk without purpose.

This emptiness fills me with endless tears.
This existence kills me with endless fears.
O’ the thought of wasting away these years.

Is it only my doubt that clouds your light?
Angels don’t tell me if I’m wrong or right.
Break my umbrella so I drench in your might.

I search for you. I see nature’s splendor!
If these things come from you, I wonder.
Somehow, there’s got to be a Creator.

When my senses fail to perceive you,
I really don’t know what else to do.
On my final breath, will I know the truth?

Give me a sign, a miracle, something!
I’m too impatient. I can’t keep waiting.
Hurry! My hope and goodness are fading!

I have forsaken you, and I’m sorry.
If you can hear me, please, please forgive me.
And if you choose not, I understand completely.
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Dying to Know

Contributed by Ambivalence on Sunday, 1st June 2008 @ 12:16:40 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

Why do people believe what they don’t see
but disbelieve what they do see?
It is easy for them, but not for me.

I’m dying to know if you exist
because I can’t keep on living like this.
I wake up, talk, and walk without purpose.

This emptiness fills me with endless tears.
This existence kills me with endless fears.
O’ the thought of wasting away these years.

Is it only my doubt that clouds your light?
Angels don’t tell me if I’m wrong or right.
Break my umbrella so I drench in your might.

I search for you. I see nature’s splendor!
If these things come from you, I wonder.
Somehow, there’s got to be a Creator.

When my senses fail to perceive you,
I really don’t know what else to do.
On my final breath, will I know the truth?

Give me a sign, a miracle, something!
I’m too impatient. I can’t keep waiting.
Hurry! My hope and goodness are fading!

I have forsaken you, and I’m sorry.
If you can hear me, please, please forgive me.
And if you choose not, I understand completely.

Copyright Â© Ambivalence ... [ 2008-06-01 12:16:40]
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Re: Dying to Know (User Rating: 1 )
by The_Callif on Sunday, 1st June 2008 @ 12:37:09 PM AEST
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I myself am Athiest, and anti-religion,
But I won't peddle my beliefs to you, only my opinion:

This poem is excellent.
The struggle you feel is presented in such an elegant manner.
Perhaps faith is the right thing for you, perhaps it isn't, but one way or the other you must always question.
Never take "because" for an answer, and never stop searching until you've found the truth.

Good luck.

-Callif

Re: Dying to Know (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 2nd June 2008 @ 12:30:16 PM AEST
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I am anti religion now days. I do know there is someone though if that makes sense. When you are in the midst of struggle, sometimes when you give up the fighting part of it something will come that will bring you the answers you seek...........

I enjoyed this write........ it is the honest and the humble that I find so appealing. It is also written well.
No wild words, simply honest and heartfelt. To me that makes the poetry.

Michelle

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