I used to believe
in all those things that
people said about god
and sin, and being saved;
and life was sure and
a purpose was made for
being here among
the paradox and
stupidities of
the human state.
But now I can’t believe this
anymore, for the world is here
and nothing more,
and people search in
desperation for something
to grasp that takes them
beyond this farce that
stares them in the face
day by day and taunts
them with their fragility.
Yet, how nice it would
be to believe in angels,
demons, saints and sinners
and great father god who cares
for us all in this place of suffering.
To be so certain,
to know such truth
would be a comfort,
and we could wait at
death’s dark door
and see the light
beyond its lock.
Alas, I cannot believe
in god and heaven,
hell or any other place
beyond this my
Mother Earth that
stands alone,
that is our hope.
And god is dead,
for he never lived,
except in our greatest
wish for something else,
that lives as dreams
inside our head.
9/12/2016