An Agnostic’s Prayer
Written but not spoken, or prayed. Because this year it’s too hard to believe.
Lord I am drowning
The water is sloshing
Over my head and through my brain
I try to swim
I try to break the surface
But the waves keep pressing me down,
I am tossed and tumbled
And I cannot tell which way is up
So I swim deeper.
The light was only ever dim but now it is gone—
How am I to believe?
God, you are only a glimmer in the cold, red distance
And how is the red so wet and how is the red so cold?
I taste this water and it burns my tongue
My lungs ache for air
I swish red water through my teeth
Salt….
But not as sharp as the ocean should be
Oh God— what is this terrible sea, in which I drown?
I swallow to make space for some air…
But why the taste of copper?
I can drink no more of these atrocities!
But they flow down my throat, regardless
The storm scrambles my brain, and
There used to be good in my soul but now it is all washed out
Hope feels foolish,
Hope feels blind
I taste this loss like a deep cut on my tongue
But it is not my own blood that seeps through the cracks between my teeth
I know I need help
But I cannot ask
I dare not
For who am I too complain of drowning
In a sea of pain that is not my own?
Who am I to ask for help,
When the people who filled this ocean are still bleeding?
No,
If I should drown at the sight of their suffering I must not be spared
If I should despair at the sight of their agony I must not be saved
For I am merely a witness.
I have not bled
I taste their blood, coagulating in my mouth
But I have not bled
I feel their blood, congealing in my lungs
But I have not bled
God almighty! do not let me ask for help
—Do not grant me relief—
From the pain of others
For my pain is nothing beside theirs.
God Almighty, let me not be sheltered from the sight of these horrors!
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God, I do not want the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
Because serenity here would be apathy
Instead grant me the courage to continue to care, even when my soul is ragged and torn
Let me not go numb
In the face of this live-streamed genocide
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Authors note:
I’m mostly agnostic, but watching the people of Gaza endure so many crimes against their humanity is challenging the last little impulse of faith I could feel.
I’ve seen so many videos that I’m becoming numb: numb to images and sounds of orphaned and injured kids crying in pain and fear. I’ve seen testimony from rescue workers that Israeli snipers are targeting children…
The human toll is hellish.
And the international community cannot put an end to this?
Crushing.
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Comments (6)
💙💙 serenity = apathy in this context is a whopper of a thought. thank you so much for putting this into words. there is so much more we can change about ourselves and the world than the typical narrative would have us think.
If McCarthy wrote poetry, I’m sure this is what it would sound like. Deep and moving my friend.
wonderful,,,, my support plz...
Watched a news story about the children in Gaza and how they were starving. It was one of the most horrific things I've ever seen. The children were so underfed and malnourished they didn't even look human. I have never felt quite so helpless and distressed in a long time. I don't even know how we resolve things anymore. I thought your poem was absolutely amazing Sam because it captures the feelings of futility, guilt and disgust at what is happening. Wishing you all the best.
I feel this so deeply. The world is particularly difficult right now.
I've always been affected by wars and have had mental breakdowns due to it. When I told this to my psychiatrist and psychologist, they always tell me to let go of things that I cannot control. But your poem was an eye opener. Me doing so would be so apathetic. That's not who I am at all. But yes, to help myself deal with this, I try my best to avoid any war related content