I write from the heart

But sometimes my head gets in the way

Yet one without the other

May often lead us astray

And so born is the mystery

The habitat for the human being

A collective asylum

In constant sorrow of their feeling

In all of human history

The people will create

What they don’t achieve

They simply relegate

Therefore, the case to be made

Books of the Bible, Plato’s Republic and William Golding‘s Lord of the flies – please 

So much literature

So much to reprise

When we fail to solve the problems of ethics and epistemology

We still gravitate to argue over the metaphysical

When knowledge evades us

Our faith still argues which God is more inevitable

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DCG