I Don’t Believe Nothing

Fall has just begun. This morning I opened the window and the cool, fresh air rushed in. That was still refreshing, but as time passes and the winter chill arrives that window will stay closed, waiting for the warmth of Spring.

Tomorrow evening we will have the first presidential debate between the Democratic Party’s and the Republican Party’s nominees. Various campaigns for the presidency began in earnest in the Spring. In the heat of summer most died, but a few of the campaigns took root and matured. We will harvest one winner in Fall. In the dead of Winter, our new president will assume the mantle of power. In Winter? Why Winter? Is it then we consider our harvest of joys and regrets? Is it then we get ready for Spring?

Spring is when life begins. It is the beginning that thrills us. All is new! There is only a baby. Who knows how that baby will grow? We can only do our best to nurture our child, and yet there is a contrary view. There is the Atheist who says the baby is already perfected. Nurturing that babe will just ruin a perfect void.

Does not Summer follow Spring? If we have not grown in the Summer, if we have not tried our self in the Fall, where is the harvest that will get us through the Winter? Why would our Lord give a slothful soul the strength to prepare for Spring in eternity?

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4 thoughts on “I Don’t Believe Nothing

  1. I enjoyed your poem Tom. JB’s original post? Not so much. Not an atheist here, but some people go to an awful lot of trouble to define it incorrectly as a belief that God or gods don’t exist, when it’s really just a position of disbelief or lack of belief in god or gods, just as agnosticism is a lack of knowledge of the same.
    But again, loved your poem

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