But Are There Stars?
Russell Moore

God


God,

Give me some wisdom, please.
I suffer.
Let me have the knowledge,
so that I may sleep peacefully.

Touch, touch me please.
I hunger.
Introduce me to death beforehand,
so that I may not be frightened

Clutch my heart, please.
I bleed.
Cleanse me from the inside out
so that I may be pure within.

Take my eyes, please.
I see too much.
Look through my eyes and blind me
so that I may not be disappointed.

Burn my soul please.
I live.
Kill me and leave my body
so that I might know the feeling of decay.

Smash me please.
I scream.
Release my soul from physical pain
so that I can feel the pain of illusion.

Infect me please.
I sing.
Throw me into the pit of forgetfulness
so that my name shall not be recalled.

Forget me, please.
I plead.
Erase my spirit and destroy me,
so that I may leave a happy memory.

God.

Poem © 2000 Russell Moore, all rights reserved
 appears here by permission

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