Believe

I don't believe in Jesus... Life is what it is... God didn't write the bible; wise words but not his... You say you're going to heaven... I am truly happy for you... I hope doctors find the soul amid all the grey tissue... I wish I could believe that life will be all right... I wish I could believe that without darkness there's no light... I see the happy people singing in the pews... Glorious, righteous, Sunday afternoons... Fellowship and dinners and discussions with the youth... My guilt pulses with regret like an impacted tooth... So we can't be friends because our Santa's don't match? I keep searching for life's escape, but there is no escape hatch...