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I don't want to believe your miracles.

I can't accept you healed the sick and blind

But take no action in our fractured world

To halt the massacres which plague mankind.

I don't want to believe you raised the dead

Or met the prophets in a hail of light

When faith is an excuse for mutilation

And every preacher knows that he is right.

             So why my hesitation, why the instinct

             To pause, before I rush out to condemn

             The simple and misguided who would follow

             Anyone who seeks to flatter them?

             Perhaps I sense your smile behind the haze

             Which seems to complicate my rational ways.

Brian Hick November 2012

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