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Atheism Is A Kind Of Drowning

Atheism is a kind of drowning
Gasping Hope, as gasping air
The breath I took was not of brine
But a breath of full Despair

A vessel, knowing no rust, nor wreck
Appears – from timeless Beyond
A Captain extends His hand – and shouts:
Come on! Come on!

Will you take the Captain’s hand?
And leave this roughshod sea?
Will you board His sterling craft?
To sail beautifully?



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