Naturalism
Naturalism they call it
Morality relative only to
what I think
but Wait –
that changes
each time I blink
A world so cold
Post modernism has told
Us, We, Man, no longer
Have a Soul!
All that exists
Is only what you can see
or touch
All to me is only physicality
So should I run the risk
Of losing all meaning
To all life I see which surrounds
Are We truly simply dust
Made up only of elements
Found within the ground?
There is no right or wrong
Found within nihilism’s siren song
Only a birth & a death
For each of us
Then we will no longer swim
In this life’s stream
We simply cease to be.
How depressing!
I am glad I do not believe
What I am told
By your world
I believe a holiness, a soul
Dwells within
As most ancient civilizations
Believed
We are seeds
Of a Holy God much greater!
