Agnosticism:
les neiges d’antan
“Home of a God they know, yet would not know” ~
(Sir) Roger Casement, “The Peak of the Cameroons I.”
Who doesn’t recognize such feelings? We
Have all of us had moments, days or years,
When we don’t want our usual God to be.
We’re tired of all that worry, smelly tears
Of guilt, and spiritual depression—or
Worse. What we want is something surer, made
For certain love and not just faith, not war
With doubt. We want to see the lovely shade
Beneath a breast, the shape of shoulder, hair
On freckles, beauty, and the blue of eye.
We do not want a God who’s over there
In majesty beyond a black pearl sky.
We want a man or woman we can know
Is maimed but here—temporary like snow.