A poem by friend and fellow Humanist Tom White. He also has another beautiful poem – A Fellow Man.
A Godly Man
A godly man once asked my why
a fool like me could bear to die-
that godly man was troubled much
by needing faith to be his crutch
he was it’s slave- but I was young
I pitied him and held my tongue.
I’d rather reason with a mind
devoid of faith and unconfined
just seekers on the road, no need
for gospels, psalms or rigid creed.
the answer, though, I now will give-
a fool like him can’t bear to live
to bear the cross of reasoned doubt
or stare the door of darkness out.
