Lost son – a poem

Dire circumstances,
death’s glances.
It made me praying again,
it’s when
a faith lost will be restored,
in the past church got me bored.
But running away and calling myself an atheist,
put me on a list.
The list of people who couldn’t turn to solace,
let faith be my harness.
To endure the struggles of life,
take a deep dive
into God’s benevolence.
Because earth’s violence,
it’s to hard to bare alone.
For my sins I will atone.
I have to do this,
love is his
to give,
for me to forgive
treat everyone nice,
we are men not mice.
Religion is guiding us,
and so I am back a Christian thus.

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