Psalm of the Practicing Agnostic

I’ve tried gritting my teeth,

But ended up grinding them.

I’ve tried getting a grip,

But ended up grappling.

The bootstraps were pulled,

But snapped like suspenders.

I haven’t been anxious for nothing,

But worry about everything.

 

Agnosticism doesn’t play well,

While an impersonal God takes it personally.

“Relax your jaw,

Loosen your grip,

Lace up your cross trainers.

Let’s go. Follow Me.

My yoke is easy,

And the burden? Light.”

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