Sceptical

In the beginning was the word.
A statement patently absurd.

This is the message we receive
from priests who think we should believe.

If there were none to speak or hear.
It is not credible I fear.

The myths and legends multiply
but always fail to satisfy.

My avid curiosity
I simply can’t believe you see.

I think the truth is no one knows
nor ever I will I must suppose.

Why can’t these learned men confess?
they know no more and often less.

Than those who they attempt to teach.
Some knowledge is beyond their reach

and must remain a mystery.
This is the only certainty.

To which I have become resigned
but I will keep an open mind.

I’m sceptical that is quite true
but so I think my friend are you.

18-Dec-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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