Belief

In the theater of the soul, a wrestling ring,

A bout with belief, where questions swing.

God, a nebulous presence in the cosmic sphere,

In the crucible of doubt, a struggle sincere.

The first bell tolls, a journey's inception,

In the arena of faith, a profound reflection.

Wrestling with the concept of the divine,

A dance with doubt, a questioning spine.

In the corners of thought, belief takes a stance,

A spiritual wrestling, a cosmic dance.

The canvas of doubt, where shadows sprawl,

In the search for God, where skeptics crawl.

The mat of contemplation, where doubts collide,

In the wrestling with belief, where thoughts reside.

God, a concept debated, a mystery profound,

In the arena of faith, where seekers abound.

Round one commences, with doubts in the air,

In the wrestling ring of faith, where shadows stare.

A grapple with scriptures, with doctrines and lore,

In the ring of belief, a relentless uproar.

Round two unfolds, with philosophical might,

In the wrestling match of belief, where shadows alight.

God, a question mark in the vast unknown,

In the questioning heart, where seeds are sown.

In the third round's embrace, doubt takes hold,

In the wrestling with belief, where stories are told.

The struggle with theodicy, where pain resides,

In the ring of faith, where compassion abides.

Round four, a skirmish with science and reason,

In the wrestling with belief, a profound season.

God, a hypothesis, a cosmic enigma,

In the depths of doubt, where shadows stigma.

In the fifth round's drama, a mystical quest,

In the wrestling ring of faith, where seekers invest.

The search for purpose, for meaning profound,

In the struggle with belief, where echoes resound.

Round six, a grapple with religious zeal,

In the wrestling match of faith, where fervors feel.

God, a beacon or illusion, where lines blur,

In the wrestling with belief, where thoughts occur.

The seventh round whispers of mystical grace,

In the wrestling ring of faith, where seekers trace.

A dance with the divine, a sacred art,

In the struggle with belief, where questions depart.

As the final bell tolls, the wrestling ends,

In the arena of faith, where truth transcends.

Belief, a journey, a labyrinthine trail,

In the wrestling with God, where doubts set sail.

In the aftermath, a realization dawns,

In the wrestling with belief, where wisdom spawns.

God, a concept shaped by the heart's decree,

In the journey of faith, where seekers roam free.

So, in the wrestling with belief, where shadows loom,

May the seeker find solace, dispelling the gloom.

For in the heart's arena, where doubts collide,

The wrestling with God, a sacred stride.