How will we ever know what is right,
Despite what our hierophants preach?
How do we keep our fiery hope alight?
Our answer’s unknown, but we reach.
If a word, god, didn’t exist, now, ever,
I cannot imagine the need to coin one.
This may prove wrong, yet I’m clever.
At night there’s moon, in the day, sun.
After all our time has been taken away;
Is it meant to last throughout eternity?
Then will it matter if we go, if we stay,
If in life we live as slaves or live free?
Much our life may hold for us and ours,
Dark depths or to heights that we aspire.
Consuming the pages, our book of hours,
To be pitchforked, or singing in the choir.
At least it’s what some profess to believe.
I must say I find it quite silly and absurd.
A blade of grass, an autumn tree’s leaves
Are more spiritual than any book or word.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment