The Corridor to Belief

The chatter resonates off of plain-painted walls.

Friends gathered, communing.

Bread broken and water sipped,

a fellowship of souls.

Normally an extrovert thrives,

Excitedly joining in the bustle of conversation.

Today, from the sidelines, an observation is made.

There appears to be seemingly endless seasons of good-byes

and illness ticking its toll on weary souls.

The six or so ticks embedded in a child’s flesh

suck her blood and in the same gulp,

resolve.

Faces dripping with festered blisters,

scalps scabbed from picked pincers,

lungs rattled with fluid,

and friends’ bodies swallowing dirt

tire Christian pilgrims.

Clinging to the cross,

the only hope and promise that salty etched faces

will glow with wonder again.

Christ never promised a life without suffering,

but its hard to press in to press on.

Growing up in red, white, and blue

We’ve drank the cup of lies,

the promises of comfort if only you strive.

Some labor and find the system beaten,

and the laborer’s disposition descends embittered.

A heart calloused,

surrendered, but still feeling an empty void.

Blunt objects imprint the skin,

finally prickling in sensation

to a mind and body gone numb.

Reciting verses and singing a song

haven’t erased elusive eschatology.

Church states with faith enough

you’ll reside in lighted peace,

a joy ushering praise.

What do you do when that all seems but a dream?

When you hope one day to arise from a nightmare of disillusioned faith?

When you finally wake into authentic reality

where Christ reigns

and our palettes aren’t spooned trivialities?

*Could use editing for comprehension.  The flow is pretty good, from personal opinion.  Title could be more inviting.  An anxious mind, though fluidly expressive, sometimes does so at the expense of sense.

 

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2 Replies to “The Corridor to Belief”

  1. Thank you. It has been. I just need to remind myself how God has been faithful . It’s not all bad and when I remind myself of the good things that have happened, I learn to persevere in Christ and complain less, something I’ve struggled with lately. (Often I’m too focused on circumstances and problems and not enough on the grace offered through the storm.)

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