Letters From Camp
5/19/2012 | Share this article:
I've been an ex-Christian for a year now. I like to express my reflections on apostasy through poetry. This poem is written from the perspective of the faith community that I left behind. I picture the residents in a prison camp of the psyche, reaching out to the one who got away.
we’re sad that you’ve gone
and we all say hello
with each passing dawn
we miss you more so
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our Leader sends love
from His heart to yours
with peace like a dove
He keeps us indoors
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(so what’s the air like
outside these walls?
how gray is the sky?
how thick is the fog?)
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we hope that you’re well
wherever you are
we really can’t tell
you’ve traveled too far
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it’s cozy in here
we’re safe from the storm
there’s no need to fear
His grace is so warm
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(see how quickly that limb
snaps under your feet!
see, you’re helping us trim
the chaff from the wheat!)
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one day you’ll get cold
and come back inside
the end was foretold
so why even try?
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