The man who wasn’t sure
Let’s celebrate the man who wasn’t sure.
Unprepared to hate another tribe
Unwilling despite the constant calls
To join the team of atheists or believers.
For he cherished freedom
To suspend all judgement
And his courage to take no side.
Unloved perhaps but sure
He wasn’t sure and so no State
Or Church could pressure him
To nail some colors to a mast
That stood atop the ship
That sailed the waters
Of this precious life.
Unwilling and unable
To swap one creed for another.
Happy to lay aside the images
And imperium of a God
Unlikely to exist, impossible to justify.
Unwilling though to deny the kindness
That he found in the faithful
Inconvenient as it seemed.
And so he traveled seemingly alone
But in truth one of millions
Who nursed their secret doubts
On both sides of a road
That should have brought us all
Together.
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