Lord, speak to me in such a way
That I may surely know
The purpose that You have for me;
The path that I must go.
Then, when the pathway is made clear,
And the journey I begin;
When fear and doubt start creeping in
Please speak to me again.
Remind me of Your presence, Lord,
Each mile along the way.
Let not my steps grow weary
Keep speaking, lest I stray.
The roadblocks will be many,
Dead ends I’m sure to see;
But I’ll reach my destination, Lord,
Because You spoke to me.
Here is my attempt at the challenge from Blueberry Goes Poetic:
My effort to write something that represented some type of story based on religion, culture and life was difficult. It was arduous to choose from so many myths and complex dogmas I have in my life. They were taught to me by a mother who was obsessed with religion; a step below fanatical. She practiced a combination of Catholicism, Santeria, Espiritismo(Santeria – lite) Judaism and lots of fixated Mythologies. I lived in a Hasidic Orthodox Jewish neighborhood which added to my confusion. I went to Catholic school by day and studied the Torah by night. I grew up thinking everyone was multi-religious. So in respect to the first religion I was taught through Baptism I chose to write a poem from my Catholicism.
Peace be with you, Isadora
Poetry Picnic Week # 6 : “Stories from Mythology, Culture and of Life”