Prose Of Atheism

Worry not O God, worry not Heaven and Hell
for I am an unborn that dies before the breath ends

Like untimed dream I undress my nights
to the days

And stand beneath the sun clothing the nudity
of nights

And when the dawn comes and the first dew falls
upon the earth
fall too my tears upon cheeks deserted

Then come flowers hand in hand chanting the beginning of their morn
and I interrupt them talking of thunders and tornadoes

But to my warning they pay no heed
and perch down eroding the dust of autumn

Mad I awake the flowers and warn them of doom
but away they push and strike me
and with misery and grief I go my way
loading sorrow and bitterness in my chest.

Worry not O God, worry not Shapes and Illustrations
for the colors in my eyes resemble the colors of my heart

And black are my eyes until love purifies
my heart
though love shakes and shambles upon
the road of souls

And a soul was I upon whom love had walked
but with mockery and ignorance I neglected love
and to her greatness I had no notice

Thus my heart was shattered and drowned
in the sea of foolishness
and of me floated the remains of ruins.

Worry not O God, worry not Death and Life
for in the day rests the night
and in the night rests the day

And so is my belief resting in the chest of loss
and is my loss resting in the vastness
of disbelief.

( C ) Copyright 2008 ADEL ATTIYEH