He said I confess that I doubt.
I want the truth and have no desire
To whisper prayerfully into a hole.
So, neither believing nor disbelieving,
I wrap myself in uncertainty
And go out to build my world.
Besides, what is there
Truly to pray for
That Someone might answer?
These are all fine, worthy, and important things.
But I doubt (I confess that I doubt)
That any may be given or bestowed,
And suspect they must be earned and deserved.
A prayer for Revelation? Perhaps.
But it seems a silly, presumptuous wish
To invite myself in with those called
And those chosen.
Pray for forgiveness? Or maybe Redemption?
I have my regrets and I have much to learn.
But forgiveness is something I hope to give away
Freely, and not really something to seek.
No, with humility,
Knowing (yes, knowing)
I'm just a speck
On this speck of a world,
I would ask Whomever may be,
That You do what is right,
In Your infinite wisdom,
As will I, the best that I can.