He says in his heart,”God doesn’t exist.”
He clenches his teeth and raises his fist.
“God’s an illusion,
Belief – delusion!”
“It’ll be just fine in the end,” he insists.
But what if when coming to his end
Will he wish in life he did spend,
More time to reflect,
Took time to inspect,
The imaginary god he liked to offend?
Today is the day to implore.
His being and truth explore:
Grace, peace and love even more.