Confession
Oct 6 2022
Each Sunday,
in a small cubicle
under subdued light
while perched on a hard wooden bench,
good Catholics confess
to a loving God
who believes in forgiveness.
And once a year
on the Day of Atonement
observant Jews also confess.
Not with Hail Marys
or so many Rosaries
but devout repentance,
an offering
to make good.
And what about sinners like me,
the disbelievers
who see no need for a higher power?
Who know there is no ever-after,
no reward for good behaviour
punishment for the bad?
But who are all too aware
that our flawed nature
makes us a questionable replacement
for an idealized God;
never mind
that we created Him
in our own image
and not the other way around.
So, can a secular humanist
who has no illusions about himself
lead a virtuous life,
when no one else, either mortal or divine
is keeping track?
(Never mind
that he finds the word itself amusing,
a “humanist”
who is dubious of his fellow Man
and often not even fond.)
Do we really need religion
to keep ourselves in line?
Or is social stigma enough?
Integrity and honour?
One's inner moral compass?
Or could we simply rely
on our need to get along?
The biologic imperative
of a social creature,
who wants to please
and needs to be loved.
Because no one cares
for a psychopath or narcissist,
and to be ostracized or excluded
is hell on earth.
So I confess to my sins and failings;
the bad thoughts
and intemperate actions,
the transgressions
omissions
and minor lapses
that may have done harm.
I confess to it all.
And vow to do better,
whether whatever god
is listening, or not.
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