17 Mar 2016 – Sonnet

They asked me why I still believed in God,
having seen “believers” frothing madness,
thinking, for a thinking man, it’s odd
that I should joyously accept with gladness
ancient doctrines seemingly outdated, old,
unnecessary obstacles for free
and happy living, chilling set of cold
iron handcuffs hammered from a wornout creed.
Oh, yes, I’ve met them too, and let me state,
there’s always some who stretch God like a glove
with faith enough to breed a bitter hate,
but not enough to flood the heart with love.
For me, it proves a fire, not a stone,
a Lover always near though I’m alone.