Absurd I say, to shove us all in bed
Agnostics, atheists and others fled
From arguments of which and what a text
Reveals of gods, instead of prophets vexed.
The trouble is the seer sees the way
An inner world is fashioned day by day
And then to reckon reason for a flaw
Imagines we are bound by what he saw.
Mortality is what It's all about.
The hymns and prayers and rules and all the shout
Are calculated to extend the span
Of what we know and love and never can;
And all that rends the mind and moment will
Create a deeper void for us to fill.
DayPoems Poem No. 2282
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2282.html">Agnotheist by William Brendan McPhillips</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor