If the questioning of Belief is blasphemy
Then, why were we with thoughts invested?
Why did not the Lord above
From this heresy keep us protected?
The mind, in a state of constant disarray
Flooded, as is, the silent > shore,
A barrage of thoughts that penetrate it
Like slings and arrows, to its core.
What then, O Lord, does the Believer do
In the face of logic that stares aghast,
When Fortune does its nastiness reveal
And the toss of the coin changes, so fast.
There are still those who worship the mighty
Sun And seek solace and more from the heavens,
And those who with the setting sun
Their journeys undertake to the lit, taverns
And, then those who shun them religiously
The comfort-seekers in the houses of worship,
The ones who sit on the fence and wait
To board, what they think, is the profitable ship.
Its all grey, O Master in the vacant skies
An amalgam of Truth and sordid Lies,
It’s all a matter of what each one chooses
To curse, when the dice doesn’t roll and he/ she loses.
What gives peace of mind, momentarily
Is what it’s all about in the end,
For, it’s just this moment that we can claim as ours
Unless, we can the next one portend.
Let’s leave it then to each one to decide
The nature and complexity of eternal verities,
The laws of Life not exact, far from perfect
We can leave it to God or go cherry-pick our berries.
How does a baby born without sight
Know there’s a Moon up above,
Only because the mother says so
And, that is matchless trust and love.
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