This is not a poem about not having faith, it's a poem about wondering. Mostly inspired by the rather unfriendly um, "organized" religous church accross the street from me. I know they conspire to see if there is something in our town laws to hang me as a witch....I have a few friends in my one cow town that would cut me down, if I really could not fly after all.
If you are not familiar with Lilith, look it up.....(Adams first wife....before she ran away).
The painting is one I did of Lilith, the copy is a bit "BrIGHT" to post in my painting gallery so I am going to send her with this poem for now.