I understand the Atheist
they draw from wells just as deep
for the human heart is infinite
they call out in joy and pain, promise
and despair, and none save the very
blackest of cosmos need hear their cry –
as most prayers go, unheeded.
for a prayer is not merely a cry for
help from God, it is the soul finding voice
to a once unspoken desire.
so at the end of everything else, when
all has failed and none remain, the
Atheist need find hope in nothing more
than the certainty of another day
which will always come.
why then believe?
so that no morning comes to us, alone.