agnostic

February 9th, 2026

God so often is a catch all term, 

Made to mean whatever a person hopes it to mean, 

Perhaps a deity, 

Perhaps the thing from which all existence emanates, 

Perhaps something personal, 

Known only to the one whose heart in which the definition lies.  

 

For me,  

God has some meaning, 

One that I fail to articulate, 

And whose existence I am agnostic about. 

 

Yet, 

Without God I am lost.  

I am angry. 

I am bitter. 

 

With religions of God, 

I am further lost, 

Left with prayers and rituals that feel empty. 

 

All religions seem to miss the mark they aim for, 

Seeking God or Salvation, 

And sidetracked on something they misinterpret to be that thing, 

Always falling short of the thing itself. 

 

Yet glimmers of the thing remain. 

The richness and beauty that can be found in human life, 

What more can be found in turning our mind to something greater, 

Beyond selfish pursuits and material pleasure. 

 

Something portrayed best through creation and communion together, 

Through love and care, 

Through action and nurturing,  

Through maintaining values that allow life to flourish and sustain. 

© 2026 Austin Lochan Dodd