Written May of 2003 by Michael J. Hayes.
The blade came within an inch of my temple...
A quiet scowl came quickly: "Recant that name!!!"
How was I put into this state?
I was called joyfully into this faith...
I was told of the God-shaped hole...
I was promised that God would be my joy, peace, and love...
Yet, because of that desire I am here with a blade to my head.
All I wanted was faith and eternal life...
Watching my interrogation was a young Christian sent into the back ways...
Fear, gripping his heart; sorrow—touching his soul!
He didn't understand—this was not something he was promised.
Besides, how could God allow this to occur?
How could he allow THIS of his child?
A crisis of faith occurred...
He was sent to his Bible as my head fell to the street.
© 2003 Tri-Sola Poetry. Reprinted with permission.
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