No Mystery Is There

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.

The ones who go through the motions...
Are not completely freed.
Doubts scatter about in their minds.
With images perceived.

Messages they get...
Are often discredited and thrown away.
And still they pray to be relieved...
Of miseries carried and/or adorned,
On their sleeves.

And a presence God selects,
To ensure to those faithful...
He is, indeed, near.
Those of conflicting hypocrisies,
Choose not to silence their lips.
Yet quick to close their ears.

No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.

'Those can not be,
The messages for 'me' to receive.
They come across too intellectual.
And a feeling of suspicion...
Wishes inside of me for them to leave.'

~And you are more familiar with nonsense?
With an acceptance of that and deceit? ~

'No,
I'm not saying that at all.
If God were to contact me...
I would know it in His manner of 'speech'.
Which I 'perceive' is more down to Earth,
Than what I've heard falsely spoken to me.'

~So,
In other words...
You are a selective listener? ~

'I'm just saying...
I know the voice of God when I hear it.
And so far,
The only voices that I've heard,
Are from those folks who think they know me.
They don't know me to tell me what I should do! '

~So why do you pray? ~

'To get answers from God,
Of course.
What a stupid question! '

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