I may not believe in god
I believe that I am blessed
The universe cannot listen
Though I pray nonetheless
I hue not to a dogma
I live a life of trying
Ever to improve my station
In the eye of no almighty
I feel the slings and arrows
From those that vow no pride
The ever present judgments
From those who speak divine
I am forever seeking
Wondering the why
Searching through a forest
Lost in all that rise
I have come to find comfort
In the wisdom of always asking
Never knowing is a needle’s eye
That curiosity finds and pierces
Whatever is your heaven
We all should consider
The vanity of knowing
What your god is bound to render
Heaven is a place on earth
And all of us are tenants
Gratitude so often falters
All of us owe penance
The flag you fly for your own god
It’s no brighter, only bigger
Wielded with a heavy stick
Perfecting damaged armor
The thing I fear is gross assurance
Belief lacking any pause
The kind that fits in ones own vision
Defending all that was
Doubt is not the enemy
It is beliefs most staunch defender
Rising every time to meet her
And never torn asunder
I can’t conceive a god I’d fathom
Nor one who’d care to wonder
If I believed in he or she
Then test me wielding thunder
I’d rather go on believing in me
And you and us and others
I’d rather tend to heaven right here
With all my sisters and brothers
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