Charred Faith - Leah Toebbe
In the beginning, there was faith
Faith-which is childish; trust-which is vain, and illusion-which is dangerous
Look at these men whom you have betrayed allowing them to be tortured, slaughtered, gassed and burned, what do they do? They pray before you! They praise your name!
Why should I sanctify His name? The almighty, the eternal and terrible master of the universe chose to be silent. What was there to thank him for?
I was the accuser, God-the accused
How could I say to him: Blessed be thou, Almighty, Master of the universe, who chose us to be tortured day and night
Bidding farewell to an audience of dying men
The child I was had been consumed by the flames. All that was left was a shape that resembled me
From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. the look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.
His eyes told of his unfulfilled hopes, his charred past, his extinguished future
Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever
Nice poem Leah. I wrote my poem on the same subject and you probably did a better job than I did. You also focused on what Elie thought of himself and I thought it was a nice touch. Good job.
ReplyDeleteVery good poem, the only thing I would say is maybe make the long lines into shorter sentences so that each short sentence impacts the reader even more. That is just a suggestion though because this is very well done.
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