A Skeptic's Prayer

[Squirt]

I've always liked this poem. It has strengthened me at times when my faith was weak, or when I had doubts. Maybe some of you will like it, too...

Is it true
Thou lovest best
Thy meek, unasking children?

Thou has made us
So diverse, so various,
Yet in the image of a Sire
Who filled the universe
With His creative fire.

What father has supposed
His child would grow to manhood
Only hearing and affirming?
What man could honor such a son?
How could a mind that,
Like a Sponge,
Absorbs but never questions,
Doubts,
Or wonders why
Be offspring and apprentice
To a God?

It may be, Lord,
Thou canst never love me
With the calm relief
A father feels
For his obedient child --
The one who's never any trouble.

But use me
As a bridge
To those more wayward still
Than I.
I cannot give them all the answers;
But they will not ask
The ones who think they can.

Let me speak
To Thy lost sheep
As one who,
Understanding how they went astray,
Still loves the Shepherd.

~ Margaret Rampton Munk

 

[Daibhidh]

That is, as you say, an enjoyable piece.

In saying that, it's not a style I would normally go for. But I liked the message and the pace at which it was delivered.