Please don't say god does nothing unless you believe in god and if you believe in god's existence than obviously he does something. With that said, it would be silly for me to talk of God earnestly if I didn't at some level believe. Aside from saying something like "that guy over there believes in god" or "There is no god", which is not what I'm trying to say.
It's more about the dichotomy of what the childish believe and what the mature realize and about leaving the nest of religion as we do at home once we've learned all we need to know.

I just thought narrowing it would make the poem a little more phallic. But the original was tougher to read through. Where in heavens were you when we needed you man.

If only this site had an irony detector.

That pretty much sums up life don't it.

They must be aces when they pop into your head then.

They say the best readers become the best writers. Good to have you on board AuntyM.

Your gettin' good with those one-liners D.

Touche Mademoiselle Dovina, touche.

This is similar in meaning to my last poem.
What this isn't, is a prose poem. That's what I don't understand.

You just need to understand that Dovina's votes are like dog years. If she gives you a 7 it's like a 9 in human votes.

Yes, I think my usual smooth rhythm has become almost an expected part of my poems. I only wrote it yesterday and quite quickly I might say. I had just finished reading Blake's Songs of Experience after reading Songs of Innocence and this is what came out of me. I wasn't sure if the meter narrowed too much near the end or not so I'm glad you caught that.
Yeah, I missed that damn "," when I put the "and" in. Good eye.
The last 4 lines were the heart of the poem so I'm a little disappointed the you didn't care fore them. Still, thanks for the input D.

I thought the way it layed out the whole text for you was great.
I saved it in my favorites for that reason alone.