Wednesday, February 22, 2012


They came to my front door,

These pink-cheeked, bright-eyed men.

They had a message for me

From the Almighty’s pen.

They were selling little tracts,

Quotations from The Book.

Through unopened screen

They implored me take a look.

I engaged them in discussion

On religions and their worth.

On every point I made

They could quote a Bible verse.

These men were Holy Rollers,

To them scripture was The Truth.

The planet’s age six-thousand years,

Darwin a fool, forsooth!

I’m envious of their certainty

That in Heaven some day they’ll be.

While I am left to wonder

Are they nuts or is it me?

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