Nothing's Known
Watching the ocean breathing in and out,
nagging truths lap at the shores of my doubt.
And I search the sky for traces of God;
amongst trillions of stars scattered about.
Walking upon the same sands, preachers trod;
I find their fire and brimstone somewhat odd.
For I do not believe in damnation,
else unconditional love is a fraud.
Morals provide our faith-based foundation;
sin is yielding free will to temptation.
And these thoughts cascade like unceasing waves;
as I contemplate hell and salvation.
Obsessed by what may lie beyond our graves
we let ourselves become religious slaves.
And seek guarantees, scared of the unknown,
reassured by belief; that prayer saves.
I don't accept that God sits on a throne;
nor that Man's a sinner; that must atone.
For I believe God's love is eternal
and unconditional, though nothing's known.
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