I do not believe
But I celebrate and pray.
Loved ones pray for me.
Perhaps if I pray,
And someone is listening,
It will save my soul.
Probably, it won’t
Unless I believe in Him
And He’s really there
Perhaps, if I pray,
God will then reveal Himself.
Then I could believe.
It would be so grand.
If I knew He would take me.
To all my loved ones.
One friend has told me.
That because I once believed,
That still I am saved.
It feels like cheating.
But he insists it is not.
He says God loves me.
That’s what my name means
In the language of Moses:
“Beloved of God”
Once, I loved him back.
That feeling has never changed.
Though faith has withered.
Infinitesimal
The size of a mustard seed,
That can move mountains.
That’s what my friend says.
That’s reason enough to pray.
So I still do it.
Silent. On my own.
Sometimes I pray with loved ones.
It never hurt me.
It makes me happy.
When I do, I feel better.
Nothing’s wrong with that.
Pray with your loved ones;
It will make you feel better;
And won’t hurt at all.
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