How do you break it, to a friend

That not believing, is not the end

Letting that Bronze-aged text go

Is the truthful word, that I send


By all means believe, in yourself first

If, for spirituality, is what you thirst

But don’t rely on a decrepit old book

That man for 2000 years, has nursed


All morality, written down or not

Comes from man, it’s what we’ve got

Even the book from which you quote

Was written by man, and edited a lot


So put your faith, in fellow man

Still making it up, as best we can

Changing rules and morals too

In an imperfect world, humanly ran


Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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1 Response to Believe

  1. Maz says:

    Good to see you’re busy writing long after napowrmo has finished. I keep trying too…

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