My mind says that you
are a soul...

Yet, I don’t want to
believe it.

I want to believe you
are there,

Watching over us.

Or am I wrong?

Is it that we put our
faith in you foolishly?

Our trust in you
blindly?

Our hopes in you for nothing?

Do you have flesh and
warm blood running in your veins,

Do you know a man’s
heart?

His pains, miseries,
sorrows, happiness...

Or are you just expert
hands,

Making your puppets,

To see them perform on
your stage.

Is it that we stare at
your eyes blankly?

Or do they say
something we don’t understand?

Or try to understand.

Then explain it to us!

Surely but calmly we
will come to know....

What is it that pains
you so much?

We share our thoughts,
our deep fears, our lost dreams...

Are you listening?

Are you there?

You have saved us for
in the past, then why not now?

Why do children be
orphaned?

And men and women
widowed?

Why do our prayers be
unheard when you are there .

I want to believe you,

I want to believe in
the good in and around us,

But I won’t be able
unless I know......

Who are you Oh lord?

A mystery to be
unveiled,

Or a secret...never to
be disclosed.