Anyone who knows me, has already come to the conclusion that I’m not all here (or all there). But sane people don’t have any fun. When it comes to my conversion, however, I feel I have actually come to my senses. Of course, crazy people don’t think that they are crazy.
When the world looks at believers, they often give a tolerating smile or friendly nod, like you would to someone’s grandfather dancing around the yard with a rake calling it Marie Antoinette. So is it true? Am I crazy?
Am I mad?
Have I lost my mind,
Trusting in what my eyes cannot see?
If I search
Will I find
The truth that is pursuing me?
Is it true
I’m going crazy?
Am I a madman on the loose?
Does this world’s
Derision faze me?
Is it true that I am obtuse?
Or instead
Have I come to my senses?
Has divine light dawned in my soul?
Trusting more
Than religious pretenses.
Seeing more the more I lose control.
