wordsout by godfrey rust
The
sailing of the ark < 9
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So much
that at one time seemed unassailable
flickers and fades like a dream. We were conceived
in
the
womb of relative ignorance, inheritors
of certain sets of workable hypotheses—
a
shopping-trolley loaded with beliefs—
and in the trials of circumstance our faith
or
its
nonentity is shaped by what happens to us
or driven by it flat into the ground. The
lightning
flashes of experience
illuminate the chasm that divides
our
creed from what we actually believe—
orthodoxy and athiesm are alike,
tents
where a refugee faith camps
out of the unrelenting weather of the harder questions.
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