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Random Poem:

The Unheard

I am an atheist.
Today I learned a good friend has been diagnosed with MS.
I do not pray and feel empty.
Inside me there's a hole,
like a crater on the surface of the moon,
visible only in certain light.
Today the light struck me flush,
and for several long moments,
I looked inside.
A man kneels, hands clasped.
He looks at the sky
and sees through the meteor shower
a face staring down at him,
sculpted of stars and the darkness between them,
with lash of galaxy black.
He begins to question loudly
why a life has been rocked and torn,
how faith and hope can remain unworn.
His own face boils the blood within -
eyes bulging, teeth gnashing - his body
trembling and shaking with choked aggression.
He only wants her pain to go away,
while all around him the meteors fall,
battering his soul and making new holes.
If there is a God
he must know I would pray if I believed.
He must make allowances for men like me.
If he is omniscient
he knows I will someday believe
(or he knows I will not).
And if it's true I will one day believe,
should he not be attentive to the prayer unspoken?
Should he not lend listen to the great unheard?

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