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The God Who Wasn't There



She stopped putting flowers in her hair

For the God who wasn’t there

At some point she finally, viscerally knew

That we’re merely humans, me and you


She felt Dark Age ideas had their day

That she no longer chose to pray

With relief she finally became aware

Of the true human story, reality bare


But in her realization, she felt alone

With everyone else anxious to atone

For natural humanity judged as “sin”

Dwelling in delusion as she had been


She could no longer pretend to care

For the god who wasn’t there

She faced religion’s beady stare

And chose reality on a dare


She saw that the emperor had no clothes

And this was something to expose

But her reasonable inquiries met clerical frowns

Maintaining the charade in trailing gowns


The church hates a thinker

Like the sheriff hates a thief

When she refused to comply

She became a black sheep


Yet this was a mantle she proudly wore

As such rare creatures she admired

They seemed like her to resist attempts

To be cognitively acquired


She could no longer pretend to care

For the god who wasn’t there

She faced religion’s beady stare

And chose reality on a dare


Have we not at last outgrown the place

Where we spin odd yarns to fill the space

Antiquated notions in a vapid cascade

Mass delusion is stock and trade


And so she chose to expand her mind

Seek enlightenment and you shall find

A brave mental journey starts when we contend

That reality starts where faith ends


She could no longer pretend to care

For the god who wasn’t there

She faced religion’s beady stare

And chose reality on a dare


Kiki Powers Copyright 2022


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