At the Gate
I swim in the aftermath of the storm that rolls through my mind
twisting and turning in rogue waves that leaves my vision blind.
As I hear the screams of the righteous who said it was "God's will"
I contemplate and question the logic of their basic fundamental skills.
I have felt the searing eyes of disapproval that still burns upon my skin
I suppose I should have died too as my existence is considered a sin.
Alone I stand on a distant shore watching the seas of hatred grow
in silence lamenting; this is not the God that I have come to know.
I don't know how or when the love for our fellow man began to dissipate
but I won't be led down the manicured garden path of apathy and hate.
I have learned what's right and wrong and you can't tear my faith apart,
I feel no need to be in a church as I know that God is with me in my heart.
Apathy comes in all shapes and forms even from those who faith it is to believe
to turn our backs, I don't think that's what God intended for us all to achieve.
Sadly the waves still crash angrily ashore and soulless winds continue to tempt fate,
one day in the ruins of our own destruction, we will all answer for at the gate.
Sandra Stefanowich is from Ontario.