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There Is No God, Only Here and Now(?)
A poetic excavation of life
There is no god
only here and now
I’d like to believe there’s one
and I think I do
If there is one
It is two: a masculine and feminine
Bright energy
Liquid energy
With the face of a clock
strategically placed.
The shorthand for our brief lives
The long hand for the delusion of immortality
A life as swift as memories of pointing
at the North Star
Or clasping hands as
Twilight streaks the sky with
Rippling orange hues —
An ocean dances with the moon
A kiss on the lips at a wedding
An embrace when I stubbed a toe
The cawing sound of an Osprey
swooping low on unsuspecting prey…
This poem came to me one day when I realized that all things operate from their nature and no amount of praying can change that. I wouldn’t consider myself an atheist though, but I certainly understand why that title exists.
Sometimes it’s great to just observe life and bask in the present moments.
Thanks for reading!
