(016) An Agnostic’s Prayer? Poem by Danny Reynolds

The heart, the soul, the mind, the Me
The ideals I find, a mystery
A product of the multitude
of influences, bad and good.

But what if none had chipped and shaped?
Could we, with innocence intact,
the humanity with which we’re born
truly discern between fiction and fact?

To make free judgement on any point
No levers from family or peers
No references, just pure instinct.
Touch-taste-feel- see, use your ears

Five senseless way to find our own path
Or rely on religions to fill the bloodbath?

Man’s alibi for destruction and carnage.
Let me just walk the path
That’s creates the least damage.