FAITH

All along i heard them,

And you did that too,

We all have 'heard' it, when young,

The saintly words of faith.

And the little things we were told to do,

That seemed more important than life,

And kept gathering the rituals,i,you,we.

Even now having come of age,

The voices still follow.

The sharp tone asking obedience,

The mild one for prayer,

the harsh one pointing where you may lie after death,

For causing petty unrest.

So how well have we followed?

The usual voices of faith?

Can i,you,we not ignore them?

And still be a worthy being.

Ah! the imposture dilemma.

It comes when in doubt.

Leaves a man with no strength,

Or an iota of reason.

Thus i,you,we follow....

The path trodden by the rest.

Can a brave one shake off the beliefs?

The mere words of faith?

When doing so it would need more courage from me,you,us,

Than it did to have faith in a NOTION.

The notion of a superbeing!