Agency

My faith is sacred unto me. I hold it in reverential regard. But some attack it with glee, Its tenets they would discard. In the past it was seen uncivil To disparage another’s faith. Today, alas, some call it drivel Viewing it as akin to a wraith. All may believe what they will. That’s an honored human right. But some voices loud and shrill Would turn off one’s chosen light. They claim they hold all truth, And other beliefs are a sham. They don’t think that’s uncouth, Thus I’m thankful I am who I am.