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Lead Us Not...

Someone asked him
do you believe in
His answer:
I believe in
but at the same time
plagues me
for not believing.

The guilt of it.
The steaming pit.
And the Nazi knocking at my door.
The attic full of lost souls.
And life pressing its
dirty nose against my window.

I find my world,
our world wanting.
We do not live within our capabilities,
but often in our pasts,
and thus in our fears.

Do I believe in
I need to believe
in myself
and more than
white-knuckle determination.
That there is something called
joy at the end,
when everything else has been
sifted out.

If God is there,
then I will greet Him.

Copyright January 21 2012  All Rights Reserved By Author
Melissa A Howells    Meloo Tilt-a-World

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