DRAGONS FROM THE ID

Though not the fastest - oft he won:
Though not the brightest - yet outshone:
When facing danger - conquered fear:
And for his faults - shed many a tear.

In childhood made aware of God
Who meted punishment for sins,
Forgiven, if one joined the faith
And sang its loud rejoicing hymns.

But truth will out - beliefs aren't facts,
His questing mind could hear and see
How fables, myths and ancient gods
Pretend away mortality.

'Oh happy day' - eternal life,
No worries pains or fears,
In Billy Graham's Paradise -
Winged choirs in heaven's spheres.

But those whose minds are open, clear,
Distinguish truth from wishful thought,
Avoiding faith's emotive trap
Wherein the vulnerable are caught.

As Santa Claus delights the child
So faith excites the trusting mind,
But with maturity dawns light,
And fairy tales are left behind.

Still rich imaginations paint
Emotive pictures in the mind
Evoking phantom worlds and dreams
From half remembered myths and shrines.

Where Satan tempted Man through Eve
With knowledge from a magic tree,
Whose curses down the years condemned
All those who would not 'bow the knee'.

But Truth, through Reason's common sense
Dismantles superstition's reign,
Dissolves implanted guilts and fears
As Dragons from the Id are slain.

by Paul Rattenbury
Alderley Edge, Cheshire