By: D. R. DiFrancesco
On bended knee,
Bloodied and bruised,
I prayed for forgiveness,,
Hoping for nothing else to lose.
This was not to be,
With tears and head bowed,
Reciting the mantras learned as a child,
A blessing on me I hoped you’d endow.
Having spewn blasphemous epithets,
Having thought impure thoughts,
I was not worthy,
I could not receive the mercy I sought.
A victim to the sins of Adam,
Consumed by the treachery of Eve,
Am I doomed to the frailty of my being,
“Oh no!” I am told if only I believe.
So to what fate is my soul condemned,
To Satan’s dominion or Heaven’s charity,
This is a question of faith,
To ask of God for greater clarity.
We question life’s lessons and failures,
Yet in these, may reside the answers we seek,
As they say, “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”,
Quelling what is mortally weak.
Does a God exists, for this I am hopeful,
For if not then this is all for naught,
There’s no comfort in nothing, if you’re gone you’re gone,
Pray for veracity in what we were taught.
Dom DiFrancesco 
You’re asking all the right questions – keep going! The answers are there for those who seek with their whole heart!
Thank you Melody, I appreciate you taking the time to read my work. :)
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: you impress me by the sheer output and variety of your work! Faith is a tricky issue, and I think you’ve captured the essence of it in the above – we’ll never know, we have to succumb to uncertainty and hope there’s something beyond our short lifespan. Difficult for modern man, raised on rational thought rather than spiritual fortitude.
Thank you Anna for begin so kind and taking the time to read my poems. :)