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Prose - What Does It Have To Do With Me?

Updated on July 11, 2011

Something that existed
Before nothing
Made something
From nothing
In seven days
Then fooled a man
With a snake
And a woman
Then flooded something
And made it
Then gave us something
A spirit
And a son
Who was God
Or was he?
Raised from the dead
Then nothing
For two thousand years
Except a book
In another language
From another land
And you believe
That's alright
But what does that have to do with me?
The law
Spoken from your lips
Demanding tithes
Laying hands
Faith healing
Speaking in tongues
Lifting up
That's a lot of talk

But what does that have to do with me?
Born of the same man
But not the same Mom
Sent away
Living in the desert
Believing in miracles
Of a virgin birth
Of ascension from life
Further revelation
The final prophet
And you believe
That's alright
But what does that have to do with me?
From nothing
Primordial soup
A fish
A monkey
A man
Then death
Then nothing
And you believe
In nothing
That's alright
But what does that have to do with me?
Which miracle should I believe?
The miracle of a God?
The miracle of life from nothing?
The miracle of my life?
The miracle of yours?
How can I be sure?
How can you?
Yet you are
And I am not
Your assuredness
My skepticism
The more you believe
The less I do
Why must I be like you?
Are alms not enough?
Stop shaking my shoulders
Stop telling me I’m going to die
Stop telling me I am not chosen
Stop telling me only idiots believe in God
I met you forty years ago
Then again
And again
Each time
A difference face
Each time
With the same message
Don’t believe
It never changes
So stop
I've heard it
I've thought about it
I've felt it
You cannot reach me
Only I can reach myself
I know how bad I can be
I know how I hurt others
I know my capabilities
I know my limitations
I know I need to forgive
And I know how I feel
I know
So you live
As will I
Let me follow my path
It will be unspoken
I cannot tell
I will not tell
Maybe you will see
Maybe you will know
As you follow your path
While disapproving of mine
And you find yourself
Because you were judging my way
Instead of living your own
You might ask yourself
What does it have to do with him?


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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Will - Thank you for commenting. I appreciate someone's concerns but at times it seems I'm just being put down by those who believe and those who don't... I'm in awe of their faith I guess... faith in their own correctness...

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      That's the question we all have to answer.

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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @karengibsomroc - Thank you! You are awesome to say that!

      @Nan - I hope it helps anyone who reads it. Thank you....

      @George - Thank you for stopping by. I think the main thing which I'm sure all three of you caught is the dogmatic and aggressive stance that zealots on both sides (Is there a God or not) tend to take. I feel I'm in an undefined but spiritual middle-ground and sometimes we get hit from both sides.

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      George J Hardy 6 years ago from Southern New Jersey

      If more people would ask that question the world would be in a better state; I enjoyed your refreshing viewpoint.

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      Nan Mynatt 6 years ago

      You have preached the gospel of the Bible. Your short poem will open the hearts of many people. Amen

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      Karen Gibson Roc 6 years ago from Los Angeles

      PERFECT!!!!!! I LUV IT!!!!!