Rhonda Jackson (29 Apr 2004)
"poem"


FAITH IS INSANITY

FAITH IS INSANITY IN THE EYES OF THE WORLD

AND SOMETIMES I ADMIT THAT IT'S INSANE TO ME

GOD ASKS US TO BELIEVE WHAT WE CAN'T TOUCH OR TASTE

SMELL, HEAR AND HOLD ON TO WHAT WE CAN'T SEE.

FAITH IS INSANITY WHEN YOU REASON IT OUT

THERE'S NO WAY TO EXPLAIN IT AND NO WAY TO SHOW

THE WORLD ASKS US QUESTIONS THAT WE CAN NEVER ANSWER

AND WHEN WE ASK OURSELVES, WE CONCEDE WE DON'T KNOW.

FAITH IS INSANITY TO THE LOST OF HUMANITY

THEY LOOK TO THE PHYSICAL, THE VISIBLE AND SEEN

WHILE WE LOOK AT THE INVISIBLE AND FEEL THE INTANGIBLE

AND ARE LED BY THE INDESCRIBIBLE AND THE VISION AND DREAM.

FAITH IS INSANITY TO THE MIND OF THE HEATHEN

THEY DISDAIN OUR PREACHING BEFORE WE CAN START

THEY ASK US TO SHOW THEM JUST WHERE JESUS LIVES

AND THEN LAUGH WHEN WE SAY THAT HE LIVES IN OUR HEART.

AND THAT GOD WROTE THE BIBLE THROUGH THE HANDS OF THOSE MEN

AND THAT ANY DAY NOW JESUS IS COMING AGAIN

THAT GOD HEALS THE SICK AND HE MAKES THE BLIND SEE

AND THAT HE HAS A PURPOSE FOR YOU AND FOR ME.

THAT SPEAKING TO MOUNTAINS AND WALKING ON WATERS

AND LAYING UP TREASURES ON HEAVEN'S FAIR SHORE

THAT DYING IS LIVING AND SOWING IS GIVING

AND IT'S HARD FOR A RICH MAN TO GET THROUGH THAT DOOR.

THEY LAUGH AT US WHEN WE TALK LIKE THAT

SOMETIMES I LAUGH MYSELF

MY MIND SAYS "FACE REALITY, FOOL!"

AND PUT THAT OLD BOOK BACK ON THE SHELF.

IT'S A FAIRYTALE, A BOOK FULL OF MYTHS

CREATED TO GIVE MANKIND HOPE

IN A DOG EAT DOG, YOU LIVE AND DIE WORLD

AND WITH THE HELL IN BETWEEN YOU JUST COPE.

FAITH IS INSANITY 'CAUSE IT SAYS, "THAT'S NOT TRUE."

THAT JESUS LIVED, DIED AND ROSE AGAIN FOR ME AND FOR YOU

THAT HE'S SOMEWHERE IN HEAVEN WATCHING US NOW

WE JUST DON'T KNOW THE "WHY" OR "WHEN" OR THE "WHICH" WAY OR "HOW"

WE LIVE IN FAITH AND TAKE FOR GRANTED

THAT WHAT WE'VE BEEN TAUGHT IS TRUE

THE WORLD LOOKS AT US AND SAYS, "YEAH, WE'RE SINNERS

BUT AT LEAST WE'RE NOT CRAZY LIKE YOU!"

AND SOMETIMES I DO FEEL CRAZY, DON'T YOU?

I QUESTION MY HOPE AND MY FAITH

SOMETIMES THIS WALK JUST GETS SO HARD

THAT I WANT TO RUN AWAY.

TO STOP BELIEVING IN THE INTANGIBLE

IN THE UNSEEN, UNTASTED, UNHEARD

TO STOP THIS NONSENSE BEFORE I DO GO INSANE

THAT IT'S ALL BASED ON A BUNCH OF JUST "WORDS."

FAITH IS INSANITY TO MY CARNAL MIND

IT MAKES NO SENSE, THAT MUCH I KNOW

BUT IF I LOST MY FAITH AND LEFT............

WHERE WOULD I GO? WHERE WOULD I GO?

IF THERE WERE NO HEAVEN WAITING FOR ME

HOW COULD I LIVE FOR ONE MORE DAY?

IF THERE WERE NO JESUS SHINING HIS LIGHT

HOW COULD I EVER FIND MY WAY?

I HAVE TO BELIEVE THAT GOD EXISTS

I HAVE TO KEEP LOOKING FOR WHAT I CAN'T SEE

I HAVE TO KEEP MOVING TOWARD THAT INVISIBLE HEAVEN

AND BELIEVE WHEN LIFE'S OVER, THAT IT'S WAITING FOR ME.

FAITH IS INSANITY TO AN INSANE WORLD

IT'S A DRUG, A NARCOTIC TO THE LOST OF MANKIND

A CRUTCH FOR THE CRIPPLED, THE WEAK AND THE MEEK

AND TO FIND FAITH IN GOD, YOU MUST FIRST LOSE YOUR MIND.

FAITH IS A FACT THAT'S UNPROVABLE IN COURT

A DEFENSE, AN OFFENSE TO THE EGO AND BRAIN

BUT FAITH IS THE ANCHOR THAT SECURES OUR TOSSED SHIPS

ON THE OCEANS OF HOPELESSNESS IN A WORLD THAT'S INSANE.

by Rhonda Jackson

begun June 27, 2002

finished January 26, 2004