The Faith Of Farmers (For Now) Poem by Nathan J. Bogart

An aging priest ventured into town-hall
Proclaiming hostility to us all
He was demanding that we find the light
'Damn your sky if it ventures into night! '

Traveling down mazes with crooked hands
Starting back up where it all had began
Two lonely farmers watching in dismay
As our fields fell with each passing day

Without the sentiments of inane lores
We headed out stiffened, tired and sore
We found a well and drank from its water
It was as dry and hot as the summer

Coming to a pond to scrub away sin
Without hope of washing beyond the skin
We looked to the sky and began to shrug
There can be no light, I have had enough

We woke in the night and shouted a name
That holds without fingers, points without blame
Looking into ourselves, bare and decieved
There is no light, it is wise to retreat

We began search beyond the ocean's end
To find that our sight was tangled and bent
I took out my rod and took out my reel
Fished for the sun, but just captured a meal

Days and nights have went and we have nothing
Spoke my friend in words that came as grunting
We looked to the dirt and began to pray
Asking why such bright light seemed to us gray

We pondered the thoughts of unhealthy men
The dirt is labeled without its consent
It is good or bad, yet chooses neither
Such an unjust world without believers

Zeus, Allah and God loathe above our heads
The truth they had sent is long-ago dead
Jesus spoke the truth, as Muhammad did
Leaving the light behind weakened and dim

With such thoughts we came to where we were bound
Hesitating as we looked to the ground
The grass sure is green when it is raining
My voice uttered in the voice of praying

And I grabbed his hand and began to yell
Let us have the light or let us have hell!
Exhausted, we fell down with sweaty palms
And suddenly all creations grew calm

With one last breath I looked towards my friend
Is that the light or is this just the end?