My need to understand is great,
A deep and burning fire inside.
Complex concerns to contemplate,
I yearn to learn and then decide.

The question tweaks then activates
A special sequence in my mind,
While this, at times, necessitates
The leaving of beliefs behind.

It is the nature of the beast,
A driven, dedicated need,
To frolic in fruition's feast;
A final planting of the seed.

But when the question is of God
Or His existence at the core,
I must admit that I am awed,
Because each question raises more.

The greatest minds have spoken out,
Regarding God's reality;
The essence of what God's about
In grandiose soliloquy.

Yet still I stand without a plan
Or practical solution found,
To comprehending complex man,
Though tempting theories do abound.

Is faith more than a mystery?
Is there strong substance sewn within?
Or is it fawning fantasy,
An esoteric whim to win?

A faith announced in righteous vein,
Expounded with pomposity,
Can in itself be quite profane;
A tool of terse credulity.

Tradition binds our first belief
In compliment to culture's past,
But brings no permanent relief
As first belief will rarely last.

Belief conflicted, often brings
Out hate and blatant bigotry;
This is the faith the zealot sings,
Redundant throughout history.

Is resolution ever made?
Can man be taught by his mistakes?
Or do the lessons learned soon fade
As man repeats mistakes he makes?

The need to learn great truth remains,
My mind is open to receive;
Please tell me what belief contains
And which belief I should believe?