Religion

I've fallen into an open grave
A pit that yawned wide beneath my feet
I'm too weak, and my own strength won't save
I just weep and contemplate my defeat

No handholds can I find in this stubborn earth
Which seems bound and purposed to choke my soul
I try to reach the light for all I'm worth
Each failed attempt leaves me fractured and less whole

So I pace the pit, making bargains to forces unseen
Everything from the inanimate to the arcane
In my mind's eye they all falsely agree
That if I follow them that I'll be saved

Emptiness and opiate thoughts
Fruitless attempts at purity and release
The rituals and dogma are all fraught
With frustrations that confuse and tease

And now I'm doubting whether I even exist
It's dark, and it's been ages since I could see
And through this ordeal I can't seem to shake
The suspicion that someone is in here with me

Could it be that I'm not all alone
That one went before me and sought my release
Someone cares about the emptiness that haunts my bones
That I'm dirty, and bear pains that won't cease

Then a rumbling from my blackened tomb
A stumbling block has rolled away
Purest light fills death's empty womb
Through the death of His Son, God made a way

Never what I could do, but what He did
I'm not good enough, but He is and that's fine
I couldn't climb out, but I can walk out from where I hid
It was all done for me, by Christ's design

Thom Jankowski