Feelings for Faith
As people, we tend to worship
Not a God who has created us, but
Instead one whom we have created
Does he care if we drink, gamble, or sin at all?
Does he have so much free time to monitor us?
Is he even a he? How the hell would we know?
If there is a higher force
I’m sure they just want us
To treat every last person
With respect and kindness
If God’s judgment reigns supreme
What’s the point in casting our own?
Heaven or hell, who’s to say there’s either?
Even if there is, I’m sure tormenting one
About their life choices instead of
Focusing on your own secures you
A snug spot in the latter
If you’re so sure
That the divine exists
Leave it up to them
Whether one has “transgressed”
Or not, that’s not your concern
Move on with your life, my friend
And I’ll move on with mine