Great Unknown

Like all your work I have read, this one is also very well written and leaves me always wanting to read more.

I absolutely loved your second stanza.

Thank you so much Dawn, this is one of my older poms. I'm not sure why I didn't post the date on here, but I wrote it on Christmas Eve, 1982 while I was in college, renting a room in the home of a Jewish family while another student was renting another room up the hall who was a Born-Again Christian. I grew up a Catholic, so it was a very interesting mixture of people and we had many discussions about religion. I learned more in that house than I did in 3 years of college. This was right around the time I was fired from a Bsgel shop when they found out I was not Jewish, which is a long story all unto itself. My previous roomate the year before was an African American Muslum that went to the same high school I did, but graduated a year before me. So college wasn't a complete loss after all, lol... Oh to be  19 again... jj

Wow... that must have been a very interesting time. Just reading your comment was fascinating. Great experience indeed.

There shouldn't be any doubt if you truly do believe. Put your thoughts and questions aside. Feel solely from the heart, only then can you see.

Thank you Alecia. The issue of truly believing has always been the crux of the problem for me. I grew up in a dysfunctional Catholic family. My father was Potestent but converted so he could marry my mother in the Catholic church. What's worse, pretending to convert to appease the Church or the Church blackmailing people to join? My father never went to mass with us unless it was for a wedding or other special ceremony. The priests and nuns seemed more angry than holy to me. The first time I met someone with true faith was when I was a senior in high school. I had a few good friends who were Jewish while I was growing up and they seemed as confused and indifferent to the whole religosity thing as I was. I have been to several other Christian churches of various sects and other religions all together. All of them seemed to be going through the motions while conducting business in the back room. They act one way in church and live a completely different life at home. Greed for money and for power are the foundation of every church I have been to. The root of all evil and a seed of hatred give birth to the ultimate hypocricy. I'm still searching for my faith and there are no good mentors or teachers of faith, if it is even possible to teach. Sin is treated like candy that is consumed each day and confessed to be forgiven in bedtime prayers. Judgmental followers of the one who demands that none can be judged except by God while those who do want to be God. And I am no better, though I want to be. I want to believe!