Residue Of Faith Poem by Obed dela Cruz

I was taught that God is my best friend,
Which is why I did not have another.
This is why I would not comprehend
How could someone who is like a brother

Seems to have been there when I was young,
But appears silent now that I have grown!
A stranger-I look awkward among
People who, for years, have each other known!

How can the God of Love break your heart?
How can He who is Truth conceal His ways?
I asked for rest, but was torn apart.
I asked for peace, but was put in a maze.

It's unfair to see mockers receive
The mercy, affection, and sympathy
While I who wish to stay and believe
Find myself weak in battling apathy.

Darkness became my comfort and pain
As its cold hand embraced me in my sleep
Yet their efforts and kindness look feign
Because, still, my body and spirit weep.

My bottles of oil and wine are dry,
Though there's still residue that I can scrape.
I wake up early to see the sky-
It's still gloomy, how would this day take shape?