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Poetry
On Faith again
A poem
The preacher shouts from the pulpit
He’s a God-fearin' man
All-knowing he touts of heaven and earth
Created in six days, lo, that was the Lord’s plan
A young man seated in the furthermost pew
queries a nearby elder, just to see if he knew
“So, who created God?” Oh did heads turn!
“Who is that boy, surely he’ll burn!”
“Have ye no faith?” the elder’s only words spoken
The muttering in the rear continued, our preacher glared
Presiding over the din, the solemnity’d been broken
The young man a skeptic, seeking only truth and facts
A fair question posed — plucking discordant strings
How the pious group reacts
Standing to depart this apparently upset hoard
“And what of ‘judgment is Mine’ he challenged
‘so sayeth the Lord’?
Ever the skeptic myself, my faith lies in humanity and our ability to ask the big questions and investigate, probing ever deeper for clues as to just how the world and universe work. I believe in freedom and everyone’s right to…
