To Believe, Or Not To Believe.
TO BELIEVE, OR NOT TO BELIEVE
A dialect forms from an undesired breath
Disjointed in my intent
Extraneous to the meaning others perceive
My juxtaposition holds much ambiguity
When I consider the allegory of good versus evil
Morally abstracted in my own perceptions
Am I the minority facing the torrent?
Or are the eyes of knowledge slowly becoming the majority
What are the ramifications of my faith?
Or the lack there of
Has my curiosity closed the gates to my soul?
Am I the tempest to my own moral Armageddon?
In my knowledge have I become tainted?
Unable to ever again rely solely on faith
Unable to return to the ignorance others desire
Or will enlightenment be the savior of man
How is it we are educated to believe we are a reflection of invisibility
When a unification of matter is the vessel of our creation
And matter is a tangible fabric
Ignorance is the loom from which man has woven himself
When in truth the Sun is our father
Our mother is the Earth
And water the womb in which the seed of life was dispersed
By Mr.E. Jones
Copyright © Edward Jones | Year Posted 2006
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