Faith
No sticks and stones have touched my bones,
But words indeed have hurt me.
The taunts and jibes from Smith and Jones,
And those who would convert me.
Whisper the fiery wrath of hell,
And then speak of love sublime.
And how long would it take to tell
How those two things can combine?
Tell me my thought, my will is free
And then say I must obey.
Explain about eternity,
Which I must choose day by day.
The reasoning behind your speech
Is what I am questioning.
I don't deny the faith you preach,
Only the truth of the thing.
Faith is something I cannot share
Although I know I have tried.
But so long as logic is there,
Anything else would be a lie.
By Kim Shultz
September 22, 2000
