What Means Faith? Poem by Richard St. Clair

Looking back I see my faith has changed,
From one of fear and promises unkept:
My erstwhile faith I've staunchly overlept,
Spurning the lies of gurus half deranged.
I do not need a wrathful God's forgiving
For original sin I sure did not commit;
The refuge I have taken that me fit
Is faith in Buddha through a simple living.
I know how much religion means to people
Who, brought up in its shadow, know no better
Than to follow scriptures to the letter
And hide themselves in buildings with a steeple.
I only wish for folks to find true freedom,
And not stark raving maniacs to become.