"I doubt all things in order to prove all things"...
Faith prompts action
farmers stomp
and reap
to sow salvation
How queer the skeptic
in me
to disprove
the faith eclectic
I have no spirit
I have nothing to prove
I have no intellect
I have nothing to learn
I have no love
I have nothing to hold
or so I think
but I could be wrong
Comments
hello Betty
I like this. It has some food for thought. I especially like the first stanza and the first line.
Always great to see old folks posting again.
Thanks for sharing.
As to the poem...
you are wrong.
There is much to come. I guarantee it.
Re. As per 'Cowley's Maxim'
If I were describing you to a stranger, I’d start by telling them about your integrity… that I would hand you my wallet and never think twice