Empty Answers

The answers we are seeking may never come

And we will continue to breathe, live and die without them. 

The questions we ask may never be delivered

And we are told that faith is all we need. 

Everyday it gets harder and harder to trust what I can not see. 

I find it hard to listen to those of Godly ways. 

Have they been in my position? 

Have they looked upon his face and seen the fear in his eyes? 

They have not. 

I grew up being told of a being bigger than life. 

My whole world revolved around someone I could not hug. 

I grew up being told that believing will make things happen

But the blisters on my hands and pain in my body tell a different story. 

I turn pages in a book written by many upon thousands of men; 

A book said to be told by Men of God....

Stories that were written by a mere human we are suppose to believe

Was chosen by the Almighty Lord. 

Everyday that he suffers, my belief in this does as well.

This "powerful" book that I held in my arms many times

Gives me no answers to my questions. 

I feel as though my questions asked are like a parent to a child

So every answer is "because I said so." 

So,  almighty being I can not hug but must believe, 

Tell me answers to my many questions! 

Feel my hurt, anger and confusion! 

Be the Father they say you are 

And hold me when I cry! 

Throw away that lazy answer "Because I said so" 

And give me what I need! 

I grew up believing in a powerful being that I could not touch

But was told to believe in. 

I sit here waiting for answers that only science can give. 

I hold the hand to a man that can hug me back and shed my tears. 

And yet all I can do is watch him hurt. 

So tell me again why I am to trust what I can not see? 

~~grb 1/13/15~~