Nothing's Known
Watching the ocean breathing in and out,
Nature's truths lap at the shores of my doubt.
And I search the sky for traces of God,
amongst trillions of stars scattered about.
Walking upon the same roads, preachers trod;
I find their fire-and-brimstone sermons odd.
For I do not believe in damnation,
or else unconditional love's a fraud.
Free will designs our moral foundation,
what is sin but yielding to temptation?
And these thoughts cascade like unceasing waves;
as I contemplate hell and salvation.
Obsessed by what may lie beyond our graves,
we find ourselves led, like religious slaves.
And want guarantees against the unknown,
assured by the belief that prayer saves.
I don't accept that God sits on a throne,
nor that we're born sinners who must atone.
For I believe God's love is eternal,
and unconditional; I'm not alone.
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