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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


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