A question of faith.

An atheist view .

         A question of faith.

 

Arches and spirals,gatherer of thoughts.

Whispers in boxes,fine figures in stone.

Angles sharp, perpendicular, transept droughts.

This is the temple, fine spirited on loan.

 

Black-clad figures answer to pat,

gravel-crunching words…fearful Dante`.

A thousand years plus to rat-a-tat-tat,

three score and ten to answer back.

 

From tot to pube the piercing words,

fearful brimstone- retribution on high.

Questions in logic, slaughtered worlds,

many mansions and some to belie.

 

Gather up thoughts in light of day.

Open,tarry,mule over,keep tight.

You are the temple inward pray.

Fortitude friend….I may be right!

 

Author's Note

I am an atheist and this poem may reflect that.

Reviews

[Taylor]

I very much enjoyed reading this. At first, it felt a bit clunky to me, but it started to make more sense after rereading it, particularly when I read it aloud. It felt incredibly militant and conveyed the typical behavior one sees religious people have had and have now.

Admittedly, the third line in the first stanza initially tripped me up as I had never heard of droughts sounding like [drawts]. The joys of English.