As many of you (ALL of those multitudes of you who follow my blog... ha!) know, I'm trying to write 30 poems in 30 days during the month of November. I will post many of them here in the coming weeks, but thought I'd add this one now. It's Poem #13 and I read it at Open Mike & Donna last night. It seemed to be received well. Hope you like it too...
Being agnostic is often easy.
It opens my mind and beautifully stretches my ideas.
It is acknowledging other points of view.
It gives my opinionated self a chance to stand back and LISTEN...
and hear other opinions and find ways of respecting and valuing them.
Being agnostic can be noble and right and lit up and good.
Being agnostic can sometimes be difficult.
Confronting one's limitations in belief and reality can hurt the soul.
To know there are some views out there that my head can never encompass
(and remain sane), is frustrating and scary.
Being agnostic can be cowardly and an excuse to give in to my indecision.
Letting others define the world without caring about,
or even lightly touching on, their perspective
can be ugly and dark.
Being agnostic can be very lonely.
Believing that anything might be possible is very similar to believing in nothing.
And believing in nothing, accepting that there really is no meaning,
and understanding there may not even be a reality,
holds some of the most singularly loneliest moments I have ever experienced.
At least Atheists have SOMETHING not to believe in.
Sometimes.... I just have nothing.
Being agnostic can be quite sad.
But... every once in a while of winking realities...
Being agnostic is breathtakingly beautiful.
Having a clear mind on a transcendentally joyous day
can fill me up with so much power and light.
On these days, every lovely thing is not only possible but IS.
And I am part of that universe and life makes sense and "joy" is "God".
And everyone is able to find a satisfyingly wonderful reason to live.
And I can hear the music of reality and I am in harmony with it.
Every once in a while, being agnostic...
is the best part of being me.
Sounds good, Donna.
ReplyDeleteYour words are not exactly my parameters of agnostic, but it got me thinking. Each to their own.
Jane(y)