I cannot claim the cloak of innocence
for deeds I do no more, and yet... did once.
My catholic culture, quelled, still seems immense
contributing to this, , , deistic dunce.
Those years lost in the faiths which came before..
entrusting in the tales of those who care(?) .
Enlightened and yet frightened by the lore
of folk who read the stars and said, 'Beware'.
'If I am real, ... the voice within your head,
what kind of test or jest could I have planned? '
How many meanings hide in the UNsaid?
A 'God' would surely help us, .. understand?
I ask with no real hope for your reply...
'You dare to question? '.... If...the question's...WHY!
Dan Reynolds
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/did-you-really-find-god-in-a-fortune-cookie/
