In Belief

I know it's something
That's been
questioned
in the past
But, I think the
answer
may have finally come.
At last.

The guilty ones,
we have our
chance
To take a
gift
So infinitely precious.
For the sake of our own souls.


I know I've doubted
But I know
You're up there
watching us below.
Wincing
at our trials,
Beaming at our
Triumphs.
Gathering, to the
Last
The souls of those cast upon
The creation you both made.

How do you feel?
Your own creation destroys You.
How do You
Love?
A love so precious.
Love the likes of those
Who stab Your side with pointed words
How do You love all Your
Children
Set to destroy only you?

Father,
Brother
You are there,
You always have been


Even when
I have not.