I.
Trivial matters of faith
Never seemed important to me.
A whole life waiting and praying
Is not a task for a weak heart.
I will never understand the soul,
Little, which is worthwhile.
Countless omens and prophecies preached by a world of fakes-
How could I ever come to terms with such words?

II.
A passing grin on a wrinkled face;
almost anxious to see-
What constant worship did bring him.
Lying on your death bed-
Why are you smiling?

III.
The constant struggle between the written word-
Sounds so sweet to the untainted ear.
Brought up and raised to be forever grateful-
To a figure only imagined, and never seen,
Did they really have a choice to begin with?

IV.
An unpleasant look crosses a young boys face-
The seams coming undone about what to believe.
A pair of lips cracked apart-
Presenting the crevice in his faith.
Is that really temptation?

In faith, as in life, what are the real demons we face?
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Looking for feedback, and critiquing please .

Good write. You spark an intriguing thought as to
the value that faith has on human existence.
Though I don't particularly agree with your perspective,
your expression commands respect.

really nice job....did you numerate so we could reference? other than the numeration, i thought it was very well done....if there's a reason for the numbers, leave em in.......title grabbed my attention....my favorite is the 3rd stanza..........'Brought up and raised to be forever grateful-
To a figure only imagined, and never seen,
Did they really have a choice to begin with?'...excellent!!!.................................................................................okay, this part 'The constant struggle between the written word-
Sounds so sweet to the untainted ear.'...i love the sound of this because of the first part - constant struggle between the written word - but id don't understand the second line....
overall, i'd give a nine....are you posting it

The reason it is numerated is because I feel like each stanza tells a different "story", so to speak. I also think each stanza deserves it's own separation from the main idea the whole poem is trying to convey, while at the same time being part of a whole. The line "sounds so sweet to the untainted ear" was me trying to feel what a child would feel, through that story the image is the child not understanding fully and as a child takes things the wrong way or in a different way then an adult would. Does that make any sense to you? At least that was what I was trying to do. Thank you for your crit, and about posting it, I'm not quite sure how I would go about that. But as of right now I want a little more feedback then I'll go about trying to get it posted I suppose.