Faith

     So one day I was in my school's library and I had decided to check out the religion section. Being catholic I was curious as to whether or not there were books about Catholicism or the Vatican. come to find out there were several books such as; A Concise History f the Catholic Church, The Truth of Catholicism, and Catholicism & Orthodox Christianity. Each book held insightful information and I found myself asking a question to which no book held the answer to. Why?

     Why did we believe in God? Why did we have so much faith in a man that no longer existed? Why were we so quick to believe whatever religious facts are fed to us? Whether it be from a book, a priest, a deacon or the Pope himself there are certain things that can't be taught. You can't teach someone to trust God, just that they should. You can't teach someone that Jesus is our one and only savior, just tell them. You can't force someone to believe anything, they just do.
    
     Religion isn't supposed to be fun and put on a stage with fog machines. Religion, your religion, is a sacred personal thing. It isn't tangible and it can't be proven it just is.

     As I was reading these books and stories I thought about my own religion and why did I believe the things I did. I realized what made me believe wasn't because I was taught to, it was because I had seen it and witnessed it everyday. Life experience is what makes someone believe. Life is what gives us faith.

Your eyes and smile
I can see from a mile
Your hair and hands
Are as soft as the Egyptian sands
I have fallen for perfection
Its like a love sick infecton
Your all that I think about
Your all that I dream about
Nothing else crosses my mind
Someone like you is hard to find
I don't mean to come off so strong
I know such young love may be wrong
But I'm down on my knees
just saying please
Stay here with me
Forever maybe even eternity

Suddenly things have changed
You had said yes once but now we've estranged

I close my eyes and take a breath
Trying desperately to hold onto what is left
But there is nothing there, so you say
No reason at all for either of us to stay.
So I will just hope and pray
For you to come back to me someday.
But the sky has become gray and dull
As withered as our love in all
The seasons have all come and gone
No hope of a new beginning on the horizon
As much as we may hope or pray
There is nothing left here, no reason to stay
The eyes of a new man catch my eye
My heart swells and so does the sky.