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 storm-tossed sea?
Will you board His sterling craft?
To sail beautifully?
Or – will you cast away salvation’s hand
As the demons of horn-filled hell
And sink unto the darkened pit
Where the Tempter dwells?
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