Oh Me Of Little Faith


I don’t know God

Never met him

and since I be
an empirical
logical
rational creature
tis hard for me
to fully buy
into the concept
of a supreme being
who resides
in a dimension
forever beyond
my grasp

I don’t know God

but I sure wish I did

How comforting
would it be
to exist
in a fortress of faith
where belief
in a force
of benevolence
would provide
a moral foundation

Why can’t I shed
these doubts?

I’d fully buy
into the faith program
if I could

Instead
I shiver outside
agonizing
on the church steps
Too agnostic
for my own good

man-sitting-on-the-steps-of-a-church

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