Believe And Live Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

(Ethical Poem)

Staring at the broken mirror covered with blood
I saw an imperfect image of myself.
I stare at myself covered with anger
As tears of flame run down on my cheeks
I mourn and shouted util my lungs give out,
Blaming some Being unknown to me
That is said to be the Perfect God.

I scanned my life-line, journal,
Reading all the happy memories I had
That is slowly fading
As my anger and fears wash them away,
I can't stop the water from gushing out from my eyes
As memories start to recall how happy I was before.
Alas, a spark in my limited knowledge awakes me
That it is neither the Perfect God that I know
Who has brought me to this despair,
Nor the Religion that I professed to live,
For what they teach are golden rules
That guide me to live a moral life.

Yes, I have tried to control everything,
Yet I am slapped by the reality
That not everything is within my grasp.

I shouted again, not with an angry heart,
But with an ashamed and naked heart
That is being covered with guilt from my sins.
It was I, who causes my despair.
It was my selfish desires
That put me in this eternal pain of chain.
My soul shrinks as it watches me
Staring at my self with unspeakable shame
On that broken mirror of reality,
As I realized that my unevaluated feelings
That turned into immoral actions
Are the causes of these untold feelings of guilt.

My imperfect image in the broken mirror
Reminds me of how imperfect I am,
And I was invited to kneel again
In front of that Perfect God
Hanging on the cross imperfectly.
I must believe, despite my imperfect knowledge,
To that God who loves the Holy and Good,
Who only loves to give what can be good for us.
I must believe
That I can conquer this evil in me
As long as I fix my gaze on Him
and leave all my imperfections on Him.
I must believe and live.