Poem -

oh me of little faith

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 limited 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 me
a rock solid moral foundation..

Why can't I shed
these doubts?

I'd fully buy
into the faith program
if I only could..

Instead
I shiver outside
agonizing alone
on these cold church steps.. 

Too agnostic
for my own damn good

 

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Lorna

Interesting write, Sigmund Freud theorises that God is a father figure that we reach out too for  parental comfort or guidance, an underlying need for somone or somthing to be their for us on a personal level
I get this logic, but so many people in so many different parts of the world throughout history have this same thought of a higher being...and that's long before things could go viral🌝
so I think that is enough for me
Really made me ponder
Great piece 
Lorna

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sparrowsong

Hello Steve...

You don't know God?

That's so sad...

You will one day...

I hope you're not like my Dad...

He didn't meet until he died...

Satan said he's his...

Bye Bye they went...

I hope you're alone if that's the moment you meet...

It's not good for anyone to see that...

​​​​​It's disgusting...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

 

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Steve Green

Thanks Sparrow... I remain a work in progress

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author
sparrowsong

Hello Steve...

I am too...

I'm sure you know that...

😊

I'm getting pretty good at even surprising myself...

Merry Christmas and I wish you a Very Happy New Year...

sparrowsong
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