Song of Awakening
Atheism wakes
The world floods all his senses
Drenched gray newspaper
Earth closes its doors
Positivist hypercube
He calls it no God
Belief awakens
The world floods all his senses
Drenched gray newspaper
Earth closes its doors
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He sees light through cloud
And hope in the blood
Temptation a winding brook
In which we all bathe
Mosquito must prey
Or die, and die anyway
No simple answers
But how much wiser
Must we be than mosquito!
We can opt for faith!
Blood-red newspapers
A dove’s song stirs baby hymns
I choose to believe
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