Throughout my life, I claimed the realm of science,
Logic and knowledge were my guiding light.
Religion, to me, seemed feeble, reliance
On crutches for minds lost in endless night.
No fear could shake my steadfast certainty,
Logic explained life's happenings profound.
But buried deep within my ancestry,
A fear takes root, my soul's uneasy sound.
What if, in casting off religious thought,
I erred in spurning faith's eternal plea?
Can knowledge truly calm the fears I've sought,
Or leave me empty in the final plea?
When death's embrace ensnares my weary frame,
Will I, in judgment's court, bow down in shame?
In my pursuit of endless knowledge's might,
Did I commit unforgivable crimes?
A greedy thirst consumed both day and night,
Sacrificing virtues for stolen times.
When I'm laid bare before the final breath,
Will Jesus turn away and close the door?
I'll beg for mercy, reconciling death,
But find my plea unheard forevermore.
And what of Buddha, Allah, and the rest,
Whose teachings I ignored in stubborn pride?
Will they reject me, just as I professed,
Or grant me grace to stand by their side?
Yet as a man of science, logic's claim,
I know this fear may be a foolish plight.
In my beliefs, I find solace and aim,
Dear God, I hope my faith is true and right.
Jul 2, 2023
Jul 2, 2023 at 4:29 PM UTC