Humanism
Was it just his eyes that melted
thirty years of hard learned doctrine,
causing me to undress of my ideals,
allowing him to become my religion?
And are the high mountains, deep seas,
laughing children and natural disasters
not enough for me to believe in?
Why must I live alone in search of more?
Can a man love a man and still be
friend to God? I saw you asking the
river this question, but more, asking
if he might drown you of your despair.
If humans are what make us happy,
than we have nothing to fear.
