I thought I’d put this in a Shakespearian poem today.

Act I: Of Faith and Folly

In Christendom, believers do profess,
“Jesus saves,” but vanish in strange dismay,
Like shadows in the night, they fade away,
Their faith no shield ‘gainst spectral, ghostly stress.

Act II: The Catholic Enigma

Catholics, with tales of demons and their reign,
Speak of exorcism, possession’s dance,
Yet evidence they lack, and not a glance
Of proof they offer, but a Church’s stain.

Act III: The Protestant Paradox

Protestants, a mixed and varied breed,
Some casual, some zealous in their creed,
Embrace the ghosts their faith doth propagate,
Yet paradoxically, the same negate.

Act IV: The Deception of Belief

Christianity, a swindle some declare,
Its followers entrapped in blind belief,
A fear of Hell, of death, of life’s brief grief,
A wager, but no true conviction there.

Act V: A Future Twofold Foreseen

The future of this faith is twofold split:
A liberal embrace, a growing fit,
Or shrinking ‘neath the weight of reason’s scorn,
Its myths to quaint folklore will be reborn.

Epilogue: The Changing Face of Faith

In lands where crosses fail to ward the night,
And UFOs and Sasquatch roam the earth,
A faith evolves to country values’ birth,
Where Jesus’ story fades, a feeble light.