Believe in something,
for living without must leave
us in doubt,
insecure.
Believe in yourself,
the pundits will say. But what
if the way
is obscure?
Believe not at all?
What then is life for? But
there must be more,
I adjure.
Believe, then, in what?
Or should I say “whom”? Who
pierces all gloom,
to assure?
Believe in the Lord.
Wherever you fare, He's already
there,
true and pure.
Copyright ©2020, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
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I really like the music of the song of the
same title, by the Irish group Clannad, in collaboration with Bruce Hornsby.
The lyrics, though, say that everybody is looking but the search is hopeless. This is my response.