I look up to the sky, not always knowing what waits there.
Our existence argues perfection, way up through the air.
Oh God, I cry, show me yourself.
Cast a light into the dark.
Through doubt and through grief.
Through good and through bad.
Grant me the faith I once had.
Many of us wonder, what lies behind the night sky.
We look up into the heavens and sometimes we cry.
For this doubt is so great, we have no clue.
How we could lose faith in you, yet you show through.
With every child born and every act of love.
We turn our backs and continue to shove.
The lights go off, and we’re in the dark.
I want to cry out and beg for another start.
So my God, show yourself again.
So that you could fill my heart.
Wipe out doubt, and misery, and hate.
Give me hope before it’s too late.
I look up in the sky, not knowing what’s there.
And I pray these things, but also to share.
With all that don’t know, or refuse to state.
That something more could be up there.
So I look to the sky, with tears full of grief.
And I pray all these things, upon a falling leaf.
-D
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