I walk a godless path

I walk a godless path.

I am not evil.

I do not frolic on the boundaries of the underworld, branding children with pentagons.

I walk the godless path.

But I am good.

Good is not synonymous with righteous.

 I turn down the outstretched hands of eager Samaritans,

And when I see a cross I do not see a saviour lost.

I see two perpendicular lines that preach of obedience,

That tell me I am wrong and bad for my chosen path.

When I see a watch, I do not see the designer,

And what Paley so kindly simplified for dull, unseeing eyes- like mine-

Cannot be found in my field of vision.

 I could, if I wished, search high and low for a miraculous horror,

One with a magnitude that might shock me into belief.

I could, if I wished, discard my path, and don a chain,

I could smile and regularly visit a draughty old building.

I could obey the bestial hiss of an avenging angel.

 And yet, I walk my godless path.

I have no wish for spirituality,

Or a sentimentality

That continuously reassures me,

Whilst threatening gently,

Of an afterlife spent solely

In the hands of the cruel He

Who shadows a most benevolent He,

Who watches humanity

As we tread on the weaker to boost ourselves up with a hurried reassurance of ‘You’ll get yours.’

And the weak will wait for the time they are promised in the pages of a book.

I walk a godless path.

But I am not evil.

I am good.

And I am godless.

Reviews

[PloughBoy]

Everyone is given the right and ability to see things and believe what they see as they wish. I prefer to never discuss personal beliefs or politics in my own poetry for that very reason. Not everyone will agree with my point of view, nor should they be expected to do so.

We are all as diversely and uniquely made as the structure of an individual snowflake, and that's what makes the world in which we share a very interesting place in which to live.