The Prayer

Dear God,

Please forgive me

but who are you?

So many names

learned from a pew.

They preach love

and we repeat.

But Church ends,

and love we beat.

We learn to turn

the other cheek.

But we turn it

to the weak.

It's so bleak.

I want to believe

without a doubt

but I'm in the dark

feeling life out.

I try to see you

in what we do.

How can you bare

the bad we do?

Your image made

us, so they say.

Then why is it

so hard to pray

when times are

good, and fine.

Only when low,

please help divine.

I know you're there,

oh higher being.

Please blame me

not, for not seeing.

People care too much

for your scripture.

Then we all lose,

the bigger picture.

I'm tired of the

words they repeat.

For their words never

leave their seat.

So forgive, my

absence of Church.

In the world,

for you I search.

Amen.