Heritage isn’t enough to keep faith alive
We assent to textbook beliefs
Without seeing proof of their existence
And are supposed to teach what we have never touched
No wonder we go looking elsewhere
For ideas to make sense of life as we actually live it
Do we box up the old time religion as a relic of the past?
Do we drag out dead puppets and make them dance?
Or do we acknowledge our decay
And pray for the miracle of resurrection?