Why Now Tarry

Why Now Tarry?

Is there hope for the soul eternal,
A God of awe, and so much wonder.
A helping hand in all life's matters,
Someone to comfort, as our heart shatters.

Is there life beyond the grave,
Or do we pass, and our spirits fade?
Miracles in past, the legends carry,
But if it happened, why now tarry?

No God, no angels, my eyes have seen.
A presence felt, but the mind it seems,
plays its tricks, and pulls its strings,
to give us comfort in times of need.

A homeless mother,
A freezing child,
A fancy church,
doesn't bother...

A tongue of love,
And Words of care,
A heart of stone,
But an image shared.

Men of God,
They share their faith,
But in their heart,
corruption lays.

The Christ has risen,
That's what they say,
But in their lives,
He has no place.

I see no help from up above,
I've searched the world,
to see His love,
But in no heart, no church, no dome,
Have I found a Savior's home.

Is there life beyond the grave,
Or do we pass, and our spirits fade?
Miracles in past, the legends carry,
But if it happened, why now tarry?

~Sha~


I just wanted to add in here that my views have changed. I wrote this poem a while back. It was more of a wake up call to a particular person that I wanted to pretty much slap right in the face with my words, as a married deacon in my church, he straight up tried to hook up with me, no beating around the bush, used very vulgar terms and everything and it just disgusted me. I knew he would read it when I posted it on my page so thats where this poem originated. Then I realized I liked it pretty well, so I added it in here too. But just a note, I don't feel this way about God, but I feel it sends a good message to christians, (and I now include myself in that category) that people are watching, and its a good picture of why you should always live what you say you're living instead of just on sunday morning. :)