Believe [by: Kate Garrett]

Believe

My friend bought her necklace in a shop by the sea
A pewter pentagram on a fabric cord.
She says she wears it for protection,
And I can’t argue, because she believes.
My friend likes hanging out with the Jesus Army.
She’s been baptised and reborn.
Before, she felt aimless, now she has a Saviour.
And I can’t argue, because she believes.
My friend sends healing to those in need,
And speaks to spirits, reads tarot cards.
She gives advice from the afterlife
And I can’t argue, because she believes.
My friend prefers to trust what she sees
And finds the answers in scientific laws
She doesn't need dogma or any god
And I can’t argue when she disbelieves.
As for me, I continue to seek:
The truth is scattered, so what’s the harm?
Leave me to my uncertainty,
Constantly questioning what I believe.

By: Kate Garrett