by Darren Horton

Created on: December 19, 2010   Last Updated: May 27, 2011

Reason took my Faith, at age eleven,
Like a thief, whose crime a soul disabled.
He said, “Friend, there is no hell or heaven;
Religion is a lie, spun and fabled.

How can anyone believe that God
Requires a craving recognition,
From a clapping sycophantic clod.
Jesus didn’t live a life to get a mention -

He wanted deeds."  But as old age nears
A nagging doubt that he was wrong,
And that I was wrong for all these years,
Creeps in.  I would prefer a God, to none.

But would He have me back, if Reason died.
Invisible with hope.  A Faith revived.

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