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May 2014
I have a friend who says that she
will return here, reborn one day
The essence of morality
bereft of our mortal decay


She claims only those who believe
will be allowed to live here then
This tapestry her god will weave
from all faithful women and men


I have a little misgiving
that I pose to a faithful few
What is it makes life worth living
if not the character we hew


Tolerance be the holy way
humility tempers us true
So why curtail what others say
as if this world were just for you


Our religions seem a bit grim
even somewhat selfish at best
Save ourselves by worshiping him
and to hell with all of the rest


No good man worships another
nor our father wish that from you
He'd rather you helped your brother
as any good father would do


If the word be truth, let it shine
and echo out over the seas
May the dreams be both yours and mine
as the winds that blow through the trees


Tate



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Born and raised a Catholic I still find I often think on this conundrum. Why would a god want worship anymore than a father of his children? It would seem counter productive for a god to demand worship of you at the same time telling you as a father to be humble. God did not give me a brain to follow others like sheep. It would be wrong not to use it to question the concepts we hold dear. If this upsets someone I am sorry. Not for the idea but for the injury. I am forced by nature to question all we hold dear.
Tate Morgan
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