I, the Skeptic
Mind if I tell you, honestly, I’m not
The spokesman for a Holy God I used to be
As time has failed to convince me, the skeptic,
Of righteousness and the efficacy of prayer.
The change has come slowly, over time …
As many a deep concern has gone unexplained
And, as I studied humanity’s gross inhumanity
While the “God of love” stood by permissively
While Jewish babies were slain over open pits
Sweet, older women were hanged as witches
Entire tribes of people slain, victims of genocide,
Wicked men who risen to positions of great power
Entice ordinary folks to forfeit good sense …
And I … I am powerless to make a difference
While the Almighty, like the Deist God, sleeps
Soundly, and his fine creation flounders fatally.
written October 31, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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