Sometimes a stubborn atheist
Can learn a thing or two
About the many miracles
Love’s mysteries can prove.
No angels reside in heaven,
Yet you lay by my side,
Casting out my homemade demons,
Forgiving me my pride.
You take me by my grubby hand,
And ease my burdened mind.
You mercifully relieve my wounds
With gentle words so kind.
Forget the Holy Trinity,
Confucius and Ganesh.
Fat Buddha never broke a smile
With glowing cheeks so fresh.
Great wonders foolish men have built,
Screaming their devotion:
Sacrificing doomed armadas
Across the deadly ocean.
And while I laugh at all their deeds,
Scoffing at martyr’s pyre,
I’d build the grandest monuments
To meet your heart’s desire.
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