In Search - Poem by Joseph Anderson
So long I've prayed that I might be
Become reborn again;
Now here I lie, perhaps to die,
Trapped by original sin.
Just trying to live a moral life,
Many say is not enough.
As I lie here, all racked with fear,
That seems ungodly tough.
My Budhist and my Hindu friends
Have often to me stated,
Don't worry son, when all is done
You'll be reincarnated.
My American Indian pal once said.
On these things take no heed;
On natures trail, our Gods prevail
And that is all you'll need.
A Jewish Rabbi said to me,
Their Messiah's yet to come;
But as I fight my daily plight.
That increased my worries some.
An atheist told me yesterday-
Don't listen to that junk;
To see God's face and feel his grace
Is pure and simple bunk.
For years I've searched life's meanings
And sought to fill the role,
That I must play, ere death holds sway.
Dear God, have mercy on my soul.
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