I need to believe
a poem of questioning
I need to believe
Where is all the love, my love? You’re too fond of inside your head. What’re you thinking of, love? Something deep, not me instead. My heart strangles, and reason’s fled. It’s me, or it’s you, or just life mis-read. We’re lost in survival, our truths unsaid.
Where is all the love, my world? With unfurled hate so much in the air, it’s them versus us and no moment to care, easier to troll a poor soul and walk away, force them in the dirt, now a hateful convert. And they hurt, and you hurt… and we all hurt… just here living… rarely loving, much less forgiving.
I try to love everyone, I give my love, I look for love until I’m weak, but it’s what I seek I’m unworthy of. I’m part of the problem too. I speak… but when do I ever “make? I don’t bring change. I just feel the deep ache all stuck in my own strange.
Does anyone ever really see now? Do they see, do I see, do we see how many of us have smart phones and lazy minds? We’re crazy fans of things with no thoughts aligned. Words become nothing but electrons in haste, erased, a waste of time in an abundance of neglect. Judge, hate, convict, and… so easy… reject …. How does this taste to our souls? So I reflect …
again…
Where is all the love we sought? How is love so lost amidst the hate? And lately it seems that old old promise is not of a better world coming, not a better fate, to elevate, and live content among the stars. Is our whole world bent, my mind straight? Bad is good, war is right, and nothing’s ever great. Could it be the world that no longer translates?
I open my eyes to look around, up and down, seeing good people, with hateful speech, and spurred to violence, stirred by differences found in other people, though just living lives unique to each. Can I be killed for my skin? Would you be killed just to silence you…? Just to kill a particular thought? When did it become so dire, so bleak for everyone to try to be free and unique.
Most of us want love, seek kindness and a way beyond the insane blindness. Can we bring the love back? This darkened road needs to end and shouldn’t we wend a kinder track? So we must take back our time. Make amends. Try to open full our empty hearts and clear empty tears from dull eyes. Because staying so blind and far apart will never open up the skies.
I desperately pray we will see an end to division soon.
And I hope there will be a clearing of vision soon.
And I beg for God to free our children to awake today.
And I would weep to see love coming back to stay.
For I need to believe,
I need to believe,
I need so much to believe that love is still real.
Music: Meditation Impromptu 02 by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/
Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100162
“I need to believe” is modified from an original draft without audio reading published at https://vocal.media (draft no longer there).