Rafts of Religion
A refugee boards a raft
Seeking escape -
Salvation upon a new shore
Yet when land appears
He refuses to leave the raft
That has become his home
“Why should I leave it?” he questions,
“When it has faithfully kept me safe from harm
and by its accommodation alone
have I progressed thus far.”
So, the man refuses to leave.
The moon rises.
And the ocean swells.
The waves repeatedly propel the raft ashore.
Still the man will not leave.
Night after night
The moon calls to the sea
Who obliges her lover as she rises and falls
Each time, the man frantically paddles away from shore
Until one night
Weary and worn
He gives in
And the sea pitches the raft onto the shore
The man rolls onto his back in the wet sand
And stares into the beaming face of the moon
Soon, the crashing waves take the form
Of a lullaby
And the man surrenders.
He awakens to the sun’s warmth on his face.
Opening his eyes, he sees clearly for the first time,
And recognizes he was slumbering on
his original shore -
The only shore that exists.