camel through a needle's eye in poetry

there are those who would be driven
cruel crazy and weird by the
assurances of bedrock faith
picture us agnostics as dry drunks
in the face of comforting madness
if I was sure of anything
I would probably be a zealot
if I knew anything in full
most likely the worst of missionaries
so we store up hope like dromedaries
loping through the desert of doubt
until something big comes
to sort it all out
I could not pass through that test
this is for the best