The 12 Apostles

What if they existed now and see what I see?

What would they do?

What would they say?

Would they be nearer or further away?

Would they preach or stay silent,

knowing what they know?

Would they be still or have seeds to sow?

Would they cast their net wide?

Or would they only pray?

Would they be ridiculed as madmen, locked up and the key thrown away?

Would they speak to me, console me and tell me everything will be ok?

I weep as I wonder,

But, this is not lack of faith,

It's the state of the world and feeling unsafe,

I wish I could speak to Saint's Peter and Paul,

But, then again I pray to my Lord everyday,

And He here's my prayers, He hears what I say,

He listens intently and feels what I feel,

He knows me completely,

And knows how to heal,

My soul and body when they reunite,

But, whilst I'm here I'll always fight,

The battle of questioning that the devil ensues,

And stick to the humble path of The Good News!