In this World

In this world of burgeoning facts,
we’re unable to grasp it all
and, of the truths we perceive,
we retain a serviceable few.

Of the facts we’ve assumed all our lives,
the majority have now been erased.
We learn by correcting mistakes.

Uncertainty gives license to liars
as busy as bees in sweetbriar.
So, when it comes to religion,
we girds up our loins for a fight.

But no one can prove what is right.
It’s simply a no sum game.
Belief is not a matter of “nice,”
nor rescued by a toss of the dice.

Better, yet, to be humble and wait.
If a God, then it’s certain He’s here
(Or “She”, should that be the case,
and it’s possible God is even a “They”.)

any form deserving of praise
and thanks for this beautiful Earth,
both it, the creatures we kill
and the lushness we choose to deface.

So, whether a ritual heaven
or clashes of igneous rock
…absent thought,
without purpose or leaven…
we shall never encounter again:
being dead, dead, dead…

Whether we’ll remember is a toss.
Probably not,
yet remembrance is what most we need:

More important is feeling than fact
and trust more enduring than belief:
given little we hope to cast off
and the greater we hope to receive.