My Truth, the ONLY Truth

By undercover agnostic ~

Here is a more creative rendering of my extimony-how, as a believer, I pretended to "know" what I couldn't really know; but then, how doubt came along to challenge and dismantle my deeply held beliefs.

I once claimed I “knew” the way


To paradise and how to pray


“Our Father in Heaven, hallowed by thy name”



I “knew” the narrow road of pain


That guaranteed eternal gain


Like mansions and riches if I didn’t complain



I “knew” just how the world began


A flash of light with a voice command


And what God did to fashion man



I claimed to “know” the truth from lies,


And sentenced millions to their demise


Eternal torment for being blind



My truth, the only truth


My way, the only way,


My faith, the only faith


And everyone else was wrong



I once claimed I “knew” God’s thoughts


About what is and what is not


“Thus sayeth the Lord,” I was dutifully taught.



I “knew” the beginning and the end


while philosophers could only pretend


To understand or comprehend



The deepest unveiled mysteries


Were solved by my theology


How lucky, truth was revealed to me.



I “knew” the things that can’t be known


Like gates of hell and heaven’s throne-


Life beyond this earthly home



My truth, the only truth


My way, the only way,


My faith, the only faith


And everyone else was wrong



My holy book said I “Must” believe


No room for doubt lest I be deceived


Enticed by the adversary’s schemes



So I dug in my heels and covered my ears


Closing my mind suppressing my fears


And held on to my truth, as sacred and dear



My truth, the only truth


My way, the only way,


My faith, the only faith


And everyone else was wrong



But then the doubts came creeping in


Like noise behind walls, paper thin


I tried to repent of such egregious sin



But the doubts kept coming, assaulting my truth


Invading like a military coup


Demanding evidence, asking for proof



Alas my “knowing” lay bare and ashamed


For it had no support to make its proud claims


And all that was left was its hollow remains



My truth, the only truth


My way, the only way,


My faith, the only faith


Could it be I was wrong?



The greatest minds of humanity


Have contemplated life’s mysteries


Yet with no consensus of certainty



So how could I insist to “know”


What even scholars couldn’t show?


I had to let my assumptions go



My mind is unleashed, now free to explore


Investigate, study, discover, implore,


Unshackled unchained, an open door



To say “I don’t know” is to say I am free


To embrace the beauty of mystery


And follow the evidence wherever it leads



My truth not the only truth


My way not the only way


My faith not the only faith


All this time I was wrong