Sonnets from Atheism, from the Agnostic, in Good Faith

From Non-Belief

You sleep and make merry, you heretic

Driving the homeless from their benches

To their mansions, sometimes you cure the sick

Just the divine, not pagans, wenches

Many few blood drops shower from believers

Wars fought for greed, power in your name

Loyal patrons struck down, spared only leavers

Many a wise man made insane

Sunday led to altar like lambs to slaughter

Preachers stealing parishioners time,

Funds made larger, Daniel made lion fodder

Nuns cutting knuckles, washing mouths with lye

Twelve men deceive better than thirteen

With ease, a dozen can move stones before seen

Re: Agnosticism

Caution plays a cruel part in everything

Losing everything may be caused by

A lack thereof, and I would blame suffering

On spirits but for fears I might die then

So clamps are thrown on leather-bound bibles

Uncertainty drives me to believe in

No sort of oddities and fables

Will revisit when lights begin to dim

Belief in the unseen seems to me

A good way to ruin life’s simplicity

Where might the divine may be

If not here amongst the peasantry

Belief strikes me as questionable feat

Of marked unreason, until we meet

Sincerely, Faith

Is an apple tree designed by Jobs

Where does the sun go summertime midnight

When music comes from dirt cricket frogs

Have you held lovers in soft morning light

Grant you, there are Job’s evils, travesties

But how different the world may be if not

For a good and noble majesty

The evils would have marked man’s dirt patch lot

Where might we go post-mortem if not

For a means of freedom from bodily fiefdom

Bleakness would mark bodies across if not

Simplicity may disintegrate when He comes

It is my faith in Him that I lift my limbs

Get nailed to the Cross, live when light dims