The Atheist
God is pure of heart,
or so I have been told.
I am not pure of heart,
this also I've been told.
So if I am to be with him again someday
I need to be purified;
scrubbed vigorously clean
of all sin and temptation,
because God is not tempted
and so I should not be either...
But it doesn't end there...
In order to be truly purified
I must seek an answer to my crisis of faith,
the way, the truth, the life,
that comes only from without
and never from within...
It could be in a book
as there are many books on this subject
that I have yet to read...
It could come from a teacher
as there are many who would teach me
should I choose to learn their unique interpretation
of what faith is
and what it's not...
It could be an expensive piece of cloth embellished in gold,
shining brilliantly and drawing worldwide admiration
because surely God speaks to men of expensive taste
so maybe I should too...
It could come from a group of people
Speaking loudly and angrily
asking questions that they alone have the answers to.
The walkers of the straight and narrow
who listen to their own kind and no one else...
Or perhaps a philosophy
As those are a dime a dozen
and everyone around me subscribes to one
so maybe I should too...
These are my only options,
or so I have been told...
These are the ways, the truths, the lives,
that will get me to my destination...
I only wish I was told sooner.
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