My Atheism by Carolyn Northerland

A challenge of faith;
People worshiping their god.
I will not kneel beside them.
My faith is in the trees,
And the wind that's blowing through them.
No higher power cares,
Or worries about me.
This is why, I think,
Why my soul flies free.
At a time when i was bound
By fear of what's above,
I couldn't even see
Or think of what I loved.
But now I see with my eyes
Level to the ground,
Though I might gaze at the sky.
Not for higher power,
But to dry the tears I cry.

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