I wonder if the atheist ever seeks meaning to life
Beyond his mundane acts of survival he’s obliged to follow
And in the many circumstances that are way beyond his control
I wonder if an atheist ever questions the purpose of all he does in life.
Forgoing the millennia worth of religions and Godly constructs
And the infinite preaching about the universe and its ethereal manifestations
Discarding the fancy ideas of heavenly acquisitions in life and in death
I wonder if an atheist is ever content with just what’s visible to his naked eye.
Denying the comfort of placing an unearthly force in command of life
Disagreeing the conservative ways of being that defined many a history
In attempts of radically resisting spiritual support when provided any
I wonder if an atheist believes a cynical mind is the epitome of all creation.
Lethargic with the poetry and interpretations of planets and constellations
Inconsiderate to the changing colours of the sky and their spiritual interventions
Unaware of the steadfast power of heartfelt prayer every day
I wonder if the atheist knows he misses out on life’s most wondrous dimensions!