Dogma
Saturday 30 November 2024
poetry
Dogma – a stone‑set creed,
etched in stubborn, iron‑clad seed,
its doctrines stand like ancient walls,
unyielding through the shifting calls.
Yet minds, like rivers, wear them down,
each ripple cracks the solid crown,
and where once certainty did reign,
new thoughts begin to stir again.
So let us question, test, and weigh,
the tenets that we’ve held today,
for truth is not a fixed refrain,
but a living, breathing, changeable strain.