Proselytizing, my least favorite action
Pushing beliefs onto another—
I find that repulsive.
All divine practices
Have the same core systems
We find it necessary
To call them different names
No issue here for a discussion—
Agnostic with a flexible mind
Beauty can be found
Amongst all the faiths
No singular one
Is the absolute truth.
Each holds a rewording
A rethinking
A reworking
Of practices eons old.
Wonder can be found
Around every bend.
Not all events
Are good or bad
Light or dark.
The line is always blurred,
Gray and indistinct.
That shaded line
Turns contour line
Bolded and enlarged
When people shove faiths
Down others’ throats.
Violently or nonviolently;
It is all the same.
A debate is all and good
Even on matters of faith, belief
When you say, “This IS the truth.”
The talk is over:
I’ll let you preach,
But your words won’t reach
This person you see.
Above I have stated
My reasons for my feelings
Proselytizing, my least favorite action
Pushing beliefs onto another—
I find that repulsive.