In lofty circles of great believers
Miracle Plays, Jesus dying, Paul
singing praise songs in jail; those
without gift of faith cannot exceed
Their limitations, though admiring
the strengthening effect of faith
on integrity - not experiencing
the effect themselves
Faith an ideal, we admire people
who accomplish big things, read
and dream about these - writing
poems afterwards, sharing
Lack of spiritual gifts, content in
discovering reality provides little
evidence of things we admire-
wonderful, we feel the same
We help each other uncover the
fallacies and accept ideals can't
be realised in our universe - a
few content with dreams only
Making peace with this, others still
furious discovering non-existence
feeling justly cheated because
great expectations of
false illusions had been promoted -
enticement just showed how great
life could have been, now seems
more sordid in comparison
Experience shatters, disappointment
in impossible ideals voiced in pain -
we are strengthened by objecting
to the deceptions
That have been perpetrated - enabling
us to face our own discoveries…
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