Monday, August 11, 2008

Crosses of faith














I dont know if I'm always a believer. Lately I've had more than my share of doubts. But then you visit a place like this and it makes you WANT to believe. The rosaries on the cross plead desperate pleas. Prayers whispered around me echo utter helplessness and frustration. I dont always know if someone out there cares, but when I hear all the stories of hurt, pain and anguish around me, I too want so desperately to believe.

~vagabond~ © 2008

4 comments:

Cuckoo said...

So true are your apprehensions and thinking on this.
More than anything else, I try not to believe any of such sort.. whatever religion they belong to.
Yes, at times its hard.

~vagabond~ said...

I dont know. Even though I have my doubts, not believing completely scares me, because to me, it signifies the loss of all hope.

frissko said...

A very relateable post this...But i've kindof reached a point of no return, and faith and prayer are no longer possible...And i really miss that at times..

~vagabond~ said...

Thanks frissko. I cant say I've reached my point of no return, but I can say I'm pretty close. And I know what you mean when you say you miss it.