Without It To Question Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Without it to question.
Without it to doubt.

Too many times have I been shown,
Life to live it had its tests to pass.
And struggling to face them,
Would not forever last.

Too many times have I been shown,
Moans to groan from pains that ached.
Were my own alone.
To learn eventually to appreciate.

Just to let go and let my tears flow,
For me had been a blessing.

Too many times have I been shown,
To keep it real.
With a staying that way.
No longer keeping within what I feel.

This done to do would eventually prove,
Faith kept to never undo but keep,
Has its power to erase and eliminate...
Burdens to carry and heart breaks to face.

And those back to back sorrows?
Once to know them too often; too well,
Overtime would become...
As if magically chased away.

Today with age and a strengthened mind,
My awareness of God...
Has been for me more defined.
Without it to question or doubt.

"When did you get so...
Religious? "

My awareness has become,
Much more spiritually connected.

"And...
Less pretentious?
Is that what you are saying? "

Not at all.
You said that.
What I have to feel,
Is within me.
And less for those,
Who may be religiously inclined...
To notice it.

"So...
What is it,
That you are really saying? "

I just said it.
Are you listening or wishing,
To hear something else?
Geeessshhh!