Sonnet 1

To whom, or to what, given be my trust?
Many faiths do many men now follow.
In Lord’s eternal reign, in doom or dust.
To whom, or to what, must we all follow?

With ears so keen heard I mighty stories.
From places distant, far-off lands unseen.
Of gods and Gods, of myths in history
That which men today follow men unseen.

But what, by the divine, shall I believe?
The one where man and animal is merged?
The one in which we are forced to believe?
Or none at all, and live a life uncursed?

O! oft do I wonder in this for thee
To ask what man made God, what God made me?