The stars look like a broken belt
Glittering over the lakes and mountains
The moon looks like a tilted crown
Down here there's a whole lot of racket
In Churches and bedrooms
Some good folks are speaking in tongues
And raising the rafters
I wonder if the Lord ever gets tired
Of so much flattery from the fundamentalists
He probably likes it better
Than all the complaints and entreaties
I'm standing up to listen
But he has nothing to say to atheists
It would be nice to believe
That heaven is like a schooyard
In which everyone gets chosen
Even the laggards
My friends are seekers and exiles
Who won't desert the stories
Me
I can't give him up
But I can't believe in him either
It's a one-sided relationship
I without thou
He has whole galaxies to worry about
I don't suppose he gets too worked up
My puny self
Is more real to me
Than his immense nonbeing
I'm a tiny void with attributes
With my own little river of tears
But what is he
Who fills the world with trees and stars
And leaves us alone
With our wars and atrocities
Our deadly human nature
Our sad dominion over the fish and the fowl
Look
No one knows why
There is so much silence in the upper spheres
And so much suffering down here
The Almighty skipped over our houses