Epitaph For A Belatedly Born – again Atheist

Stop! O, Way-seeking Farer! Here lies interred
In total idleness life conferred
By space and time; dreams by God deferred!

God’s holy fool I am, I knew not how to pave
Joys of dreams I crave but gave
All of life to God, all of death the grave!

Go, Wayfarer! Earth is the only heaven and hell
There is! And only hotel!
Too bad, too late I learn this too little too well!

Enough said! No more of this waste I prattle!
Lest, Wayfarer, you think I rattle
A fool’s drivel and double-edged tittle-tattle!

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