THE STUDENT

He was a man of brilliance

Unscathed by tradition or acceptance

And while uncertain, still he prayed,

“Dear God . . . . if there is a god,

Please have mercy on my soul . . . .

If I have a soul.”

 

“I cannot compromise belief”, he’d say

“Because if humanity is God’s experiment

It was a hopeless failure.

Believe like me and find salvation

Does little to sooth my soul

Even though it does please my sense of humor”.

 

He was the crowned prince of cynics

And yet . . . there was beauty within his agnostic soul

And the sledge hammer words of logic and protest

Dented the very fabric of all I had learned to believe

And I grew insignificant upon an insignificant planet

Dancing in circles around an insignificant sun

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Oh the trials and tribulations of faith, love the line, 'even though it does please my sense of humor'...ha hit home. That first stanza is perfect, uncertainly, but not taking any chances....a brilliant read Dave.

[DrD]

Thanks dear, if you didn't have such big, protective sons, I'd kiss you.

[Frieda P]

Dang kids, they always spoil the fun....always my pleasure.