Quo vadis?

 What to do?


What to do when no longer enjoying faith

In a God that’s human and intervenes? 

What to make of Jesus whom we followed

Stumbling on the path of life?


Do we abandon everything he taught

Because we’re fairly sure his story changed

The moment he was delivered to the tomb

And friends were forced to make sense of death?


What to make of teachings now part of us,

The better part of us, within our core?

Has it been a waste of time to love

And follow better nature through it all? 


The journey seems more lonely now

The path more unforeseen

As we navigate the pilgrim space

Without church or choirs in unison. 


And yet within our inner heart we know

To respond to his invitation

To be our better selves and neighbors

For virtue is its own reward. 


This claim to goodness seems friendless

And yet makes no claim on any man

Free to all of every creed and none

Appreciated on our better days. 

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