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Agnostic Apology

 I am a stout materialist;
With abstract terms I can't agree,
And so I've made a little list
Of words that don't make sense to me.
To fool my reason I refuse,
For honest thinking is my goal;
And that is why I rarely use
 Vague words like Soul.

In terms of matter I am sure
This world of our can be defined;
And so with theories obscure
I will not mystify my mind;
And though I use it more or less,
Describing alcoholic scenes,
I do not know, I must confess,
 What Spirit means.

When I survey this cosmic scene,
The term "Creator" seems absurd;
The Universe has always been,
Creation never has occurred.
But in my Lexicon of Doubt
It strikes me definitely odd,
One word I never dare to flout,
One syllable the mountains shout,
Three letters that the stars spell out:
 GOD.


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Pragmatic

 When young I was an Atheist,
 Yea, pompous as a pigeon
No opportunity I missed
 To satirize religion.
I sneered at Scripture, scoffed at Faith,
 I blasphemed at believers:
Said I: "There's nothing after Death,--
 Your priests are just deceivers."

In middle age I was not so
 Contemptuous and caustic.
Thought I: "There's much I do not know:
 I'd better be agnostic.
The hope of immortality
 'Tis foolish to be flouting."
So in the end I came to be
 A doubter of my doubting.

Now I am old, with steps inclined
 To hesitate and falter;
I find I get such peace of mind
 Just sitting by an altar.
So Friends, don't scorn the family pew,
 The preachments of the kirks:
Religion may be false or true,
 But by the Lord!--it works.
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Agnostic

 The chapel looms against the sky,
 Above the vine-clad shelves,
And as the peasants pass it by
 They cross themselves.
But I alone, I grieve to state,
 Lack sentiment divine:
A citified sophisticate,
 I make no sign.

Their gesture may a habit be,
 Mechanic in a sense,
Yet somehow it awakes in me
 Strange reverence.
And though from ignorance it stem,
 Somehow I deeply grieve,
And wish down in my heart like them
 I could believe.

Suppose a cottage I should buy,
 And little patch of vine,
With pure and humble spirit I
 Might make the Sign.
Aye, though I godless way I go,
 And sceptic in my trend,
A faith in something I don't know
 Might save me in the end.
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My Chapel

 In idle dream with pipe in hand
 I looked across the Square,
And saw the little chapel stand
 In eloquent despair.
A ruin of the War it was,
 A dreary, dingy mess:
It worried me a lot because
 My hobby's happiness.

The shabby Priest said: 'You are kind.
 Time leaves us on the lurch,
And there are very few who mind
 Their duty to the Church.
But with this precious sum you give,
 I'll make it like a gem;
Poor folks will come, our altar live
 To comfort them.'

So now my chapel of despair
 Is full of joy and song;
I watch the humble go to prayer
 Although I don't belong.
An artist and agnostic I
 Possess but little pelf;
But oh what blessings it can buy
 Them--and myself!

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