God
If I resolved to live that pure life
(Though I’m not entirely clear what it is)
Who would hear, who would care,
And who absolve the sin from my lips?
Just as wanting an answer
Does not mean there is one
So wanting there to be a god
Does not prove god exists.
It’s just the projection of a need
For benign alterity, a rich silhouette
And dissolver of obstacles. All religion
Is a guide to living better, carrying on;
All we want is someone like us, but better,
Who can look in our hearts and tell us
It’s OK, everything is alright now.
Everything is better.
