Superstition Ain’t the Way

When we pray we say,

“Our Father . . . ”

but do we believe it?

“who art in heaven . . . ”

but do we even know

what and where heaven is?

“Hallowed be thy name . . . ”

but do we even know

what that means?

“Thy kingdom come . . . ”

but do we even comprehend

what we are asking?

If the answer to these questions is

No . . .

We pray in vain,

Believing in things

We don’t understand

And therefore suffer 'cause

“Superstition ain’t the way”

When we recite by rote

what we are told

without knowing,

without believing,

what we are saying,

our words themselves

become the snare

keeping us in bondage.

Blind we are

to presume we know

when we really don't have a clue.