I have believed and yet have not
and felt the bullets from both sides
who say it's harder to believe
while others say it's truth denied.
And I have sat in churches old
with prayers and with folded hands
and watched the weary faces bow
in honor to a greater man.
While later on in later years
in lecture halls I tried to find
a reason for each breath I took
a piece to fill my darkening mind.
But it wasn't Gabriel who came
nor Darwin with his evidence.
Just silence in the shape of this
a head in hands with reverence.
And what, what really can they say?
That a man has tried with all he is to pray?
A conundrum many of us face, but you put it into words so skillfully. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ben....i love the internal struggle here. the back and forth in the verses was poetically put, well expressed, and left me thinking. nicely done