A Mormon, Baptist, and Agnostic talk
about God. It shouldn’t sound like a joke.
Our minds shouldn’t say comparing culture
is foolish. Yet it is still just a joke.
That Mormon is a girl, just a woman.
That girl wants to be an engineer.
The world says she can’t do it, not at all.
She’s a Mormon girl; can’t, at all, be bright.
That Baptist is a boy, simply a man.
That boy wants to be a business man.
The world says that will do, he can succeed.
He’s a Southern Baptist, the world is his.
Yet, he wants to break the culture wall.
The world says that won’t do at all, not here.
That Agnostic is a guy, so average.
He doesn’t see a reason, but he can
not help but wonder on the presence of
a God. He has dreams, hopes, the whole story.
He wants to be something more than matter,
just a collection of cells. He doesn’t
know what he knows, or what he wants to be.
An engineer, business man, and dreamer
talk about God. It doesn’t sound like a
joke anymore. Yet we categorize
ideals into little boxes, only
to mislabel those boxes; no little
connections between them to help us out.
We don’t give stories a chance to unfold
before we decide the ending. A girl,
and two guys talk about God. That’s no joke.