So I got this record player for Christmas.
It’s nothing new, I’ve had one before.
I took it up to my room,
Put the record on it
Then placed the needle down.
I stared at it.
Watching it go around
Mesmerized.
Suddenly,
this feeling of fear came over me.
It’s hard to explain.
I was raised Catholic,
to believe in God.
And Jesus
And the saints
And it goes on and on forever and ever
Amen.
Right?
In this one second of staring at the record player
I had a strong urge to stop it,
before it could reach the end.
Afraid of what might happen,
not to the record.
It all of a sudden was no long about this record.
It was about me.
Struggling,
with what I’ve been taught.
God?
God?
I call his name but he isn’t there,
he’s not responding.
I’m spinning around.
Just like the record.
No sense of direction.
Not knowing where to go,
not knowing what’s going to happen,
when it’s all over with.
This life.
What happens if what I thought
isn’t true?
I don’t know
I just pray to this voiceless God,
that I've been told to believe in,
that I want to believe in,
that the record doesn’t stop.
Because I'm too afraid to find out what happens,
when it does.