conversion

[there’s no need to try to analyse this. i’ve been thinking about faith a bit, and what the biggest acts of faith have been in my life… too much time awake at night at the moment… bloody jetlag…]

we talked of hope once
it was right at the time

we talked of the mighty works God had done.
we told of them with conviction and passion,
as though they had played out in front of us
self evident in our midst

and then one day
no reason
we were no longer so sure.

were these our stories?

for a while it was rhetorical
what if we no longer believed?
but before we knew it, it was done.

certainty became a faint memory
held fondly
no regrets

nothing has changed
really
what difference did it all make?
the world goes on
wars still rage
justice is ravaged
people destroy each other with fierce abandon
we seethe with the injustice of it

we still feel lonely

but now we stand here
seeing it new
nothing to hold us,
no faith to protect us,
naked, it seems

knowing
just as the first time
how much we need for you to be true

and knowing
new
how that doesn’t make it so.

1 Comments

  1. Blair

    nothing has changed
    realy
    what difference did it all make?
    the world goes on
    a single laugh springs in darkness
    the powerless achieve heaven
    the meek defy their fearful domination
    hope continues to be born
    and we stand in awe of it

    we still feel amazed

    and we continue to stand here
    seeing it new
    needing to hold it
    dying to be faithful
    naked, it seems

    knowing
    just as the first time
    how much we need for you to be true

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