The Agnostic
I heard the whispers
at Sinai.
Walked the banks
of the Jordan,
and never found
what was promised.
I sat on
the Golgotha hill,
and at the end
of my journey
there was no chariot.
Just a hand basket
with a note, telling me
I arrived.
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Author:
RL Randall (
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Comments1
The most interesting poem that I identify with I feel that I have been in similar places in the past. Nicely written and well presented.
Thank you for the read and comment.
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