The Unbelievers

When we decide to be

Out of anxiety –

Now a forever free

Pagan Society –

We ask no sympathy

From your complacency.

We have spent thoughtfully

Sleepless nights, tearfully,

Cried out in agony –

Brokenly, prayerfully,

Childlike simplicity

In the complexity

Of all philosophy,

Creeds and theology –

We cannot see.

You may be sure of right

We  have not any light

Shining in our dark night.

No god redeems our plight

So all alone we fight

‘Gainst your dogmatic height – 

Rejecting your rules, so trite

Until at last  in sight

Freedom comes, gently bright –

Yet still we’re not happy, quite

‘Midst your reproving blight.

We do not wish you spite –

You dressed in spotless white –

(Always so sure of right) –

We do not have your light –

Leave us in Freedom’s night.

Then will we quietly,

Wander in ecstasy

Finding fresh poignancy

In life’s variety.

We will live joyfully

Children of gaiety

Finding in fantasy

All that we could not see

In man’s philosophy

Childlike and humble, we

Live for discovery –

Loving humanity.

Now making history

We do not think we’ll be

Burned in Eternity –

We alone are the free.

 

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