why the attraction to religion
when I often can barely believe?

with so much that’s truly awful
why try to retrieve?

I live a secular life
work, home, school

searching like the Wise Men
singing like the Fool

sins and faults and failings
domestic life chaotic

though I do love Plato’s dialogues
I live dailiness demotic

But despite my limitations
and frail humanity

I hear the sound of Silence
The Other World seek to see

Might be a delusion
Might not actually exist

Still I fall, I rise, I wrestle
I listen, and I (at times) resist.

traveling a bit and reading
this weary world to roam

Europe, Asia, Middle Earth
hunger for a home

no saint, no famous philosopher
an ordinary man

no direct line to the sacred
no knowledge of God’s plan

the music, it truly moves me
at midnight in my car

I blast and blare and burst forth
Wonder where you are?

Perhaps I’ll never know
But that might be alright

Meaningless and Meaningful
I seek the stars tonight.