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An Apostate's Creed

I believe

In the shameless love of this life;

Not in a previous or afterlife.

I don't believe

In reincarnation, transmigration

Ascension or decesnsion.

And all the sepulchres concur.

 

I believe in Christ,

Not Christianity or Protestantism.

 

I believe in Muhammad,

Not Islam

(And this list goes on).

 

I don't believe in banshees,

Astral projection or any OBE.

I don't believe in gnomes or trolls,

Elves, sprites and witches,

Nirvana, Valhalla, Heaven or Hell.

And I believe

I won't be disappointed.

 

I believe in politics,

Not politicians.

 

I believe in the Arts

(All of them),

And humanity,

And You,

The healers and teachers.

 

Oh Spirit,

Where is it?

I don't believe hovering souls

Listen to eulogies.

I don't believe in death-bed conversions

Just because...

 

I believe in a living consciousness,

For

I Am That I Am,

And that's what I am.

 

I will not go gently,

For I know,

There's nothing

To worry about.

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Written by
francie-lynch
Published
Jul 11, 2015
Lines·Words
40·154
Notes

Tip of the cap to Dylan Thomas for the line.

Tags
#religion#death#afterlife#atheism#humanitarianism
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