The Agnostic
for the terrifying first time,
strange, humbling feeling,
catches himself imploring,
praying almost, to the One
he has been longing to know,
but, in all honesty, just cannot;
he now pleads for blessings
of ignorance and forgetting,
opting to take a scary step
for which all, all the walking
in his life has successfully
failed to properly prepare him:
... to beg, "teach me to pray."
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