Posts by maneysmilesback

get real

trigger warning: sexual assault and suicide Sometimes I can wrap up ugly pieces of the world in pretty bows. I find my needed peace in my Savior, my…

open letter to a young swan

My dear self, I have a few things to say to you. You came out of high school on top with no babies or rap sheets,…

amidst ashes: surviving suicide

In recognition of September being National Suicide Prevention Month Last year I got this close to killing myself, but I survived. It hurts to talk, to…

a millionish views too many

This is my third attempt at starting my first post for the YMF blog. Hello, I call myself Maney and I’ve been writing my own blog,…

A Skeptic’s Prayer, by Margaret Munk

Is it true
Thou lovest best
Thy meek, unasking children?

Thou hast made us
So diverse, so various,
Yet in the image
Of a Sire
Who filled a universe
With his creative fire.

What father has supposed
His child would grow to manhood
Only hearing and affirming?
What sire could honor such a son?
How could a mind that,
Like a sponge,
Absorbs but never questions,
Doubts,
Or wonders why
Be offspring and apprentice
To a God?

It may be, Lord,
That thou canst never love me
With the calm relief
A father feels
For his obedient child—
The one who’s never any trouble.

But use me
As a bridge
To those more wayward still
Than I.
I cannot give them all the answers;
But they will not ask
The ones who think they can.

Let me speak
To thy lost sheep
As one who,
Understanding how they went astray,
Still loves the Shepherd.