Absorbed beliefs appease the empty ones.

Fresh comfort rests within their tenets’ truths.

A virtuous God, allied and void of faults,

Promotes their hearts and minds through hope and trust.

Inspired, their cores intoned great works of art

Along with gems of music, thought plus verse.

With passion bleeding every fiber dry,

A culture dawned through vast resolve in man.

Its splend’rous light defied disdain and rage.

Alas, the light runs dry in desp’rate times…

 

The frantic cynics’ silent cries erupt

Into an anxious tumult caused by facts.

Their God appears disguised through latest spells;

Marooned, the Strays now face absurd discourse.

Obscene techniques attempt to prove their plight,

Yet homemade torture can’t attest all mouths.

Baptized with fear, they still dissent then stir.

Prolonged by doubt, strong sense permits recluse.

The diss’nance breeds into forlorn despair

As hatred fervor spikes inside their depths.

 

Propelled to seek the safer ground once more,

Between reliance and pure knowledge sought.

The Wise perceive which common themes persist

Across all times, ‘though no real contact stood.

“Could Jesus, Thor, Mohammed, Ra and Zeus

Be signposts to the Skies Divine and proof?

This seems to be the way we shall endure:

To raise our morals high for unknown eyes.”

Reprieved of guilt, they’ve now absolved themselves.

Astute are those whose purpose is respite.