Beyond symbol, art, and myth Beyond history, politics, and dogma There breathes my God. Beyond bigotry, self-interest, and greed Beyond intolerance, oppression, and violence There waits my God. Beyond uncertainty, skepticism, and doubt Beyond despair, suffering, and loss There breathes my God. For years, I doubted my God I felt betrayed by intolerant dogma I thought I was abandoned and insignificant I felt alone and isolated. But in the isolation, I felt a presence. In the despair, I found meaning. At first, I thought I was just falling back on past indoctrinated lessons Fabricated truths, designed to soften the blow of no life after death, no inherent meaning to life.