Sweet Apple, Sour Grapes
The joyful glee given by divine influence,
Such a sight to see,
From eyes as these, so far removed,
From God, His son and Mary,
Looking on with admiration,
Lacking means to mimic,
My mind can find no consummation,
Of belief in faith as more than gimmick,
But pray not for me for godless I will stay,
For the thoughts I have cannot conform,
To an ancient dogma with an ancient way,
Of lacking tolerance for change and reasonable reform,
But looking still at their ignorant bliss,
Could be nothing less than a chore,
As life without God is something to miss,
Having lost him, I sit envious of times before.