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 Positivist hypercube 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