Ask

It’s easy to lose hope and allow despair
To take over one’s soul
In a world where material success
is a measure of one’s worth
It takes no effort at all
To fall into a pit of expectations
Whether they be self-made
Dictated or inherited
Getting out is unthinkable
Or worse yet
Deemed impossible
So we go on deceiving ourselves
That we must meet all expectations
If we were to be of any value
And that if we could imagine it
Success will happen
And we flood our minds
With the illusion of human greatness
We leave ourselves to luck
And indulge ourselves
In the power of positive thinking
God, on the other hand
Is not even considered a possibility
What a pity
And what a shame it is to fail
what a disappointment
and what a loss it is
not to seek God
And how meaningless is such loss.
When all you had to do was ask.

AKA Thomas

The priest says that God did not consult him
If He could bring him to life; He just went ahead and gave him
the gift.
The gift.
More often these days
I fail to see life as a gift
When I have no money to pay
For this or that
When I sin and I don’t mean to
And I’m afraid of the consequences
And I cry because I did not ask for
the gift.
I was not consulted.
I don’t appreciate the gift.
If I never had the gift, I wouldn’t know
What I’d be missing in the first place.
Some days I do laugh because I find things to laugh about despite
the gift.
After I’ve laughed , the next minute
I am made to feel I shouldn’t have laughed
Because sorrow is much deeper
After laughter
But the priest says
Jesus died for me
And He didn’t have to consult me
If He could.
I don’t know
how He could care for me so much
When I keep doubting Him.