Whispers of Faith
In shadows of doubt, I roamed, a skeptic soul, A not so faithful Catholic, my faith took its toll. Tragedies whispered in every corner of my life, Amidst the turmoil, I sought solace in strife. Someone whispered softly, "Pray more, my dear, God grants the wishes of those who draw near." So I knelt in fervent plea, day and night, Hoping for a glimpse of divine light. But my prayers seemed to echo in empty halls, No answers came, no divine calls. "Why, God, do you turn a deaf ear to me? Do you not see, not hear, not even feel my plea?" I gazed upon the images of Jesus with doubt, "Are you truly there? Can you hear me out?" In the quiet of Eucharistic adoration, I cried, "Jesus, within this host, do you truly abide?" Repeatedly I questioned, my heart in a bind, Seeking reassurance of the divine kind. Then, in a moment that defied my disbelief, A cross in blood, a vision beyond belief. Mother Mary in cross, a sight so sublime, In that sacred moment
