Go, brave thinker
Into the night
Holding forth
In faulty might.
Pride’s parade
You valiantly led
A final rejection
Of the dread
To reconcile
Your own life’s course
To one
Whose presence
You wouldn’t endorse.
Seduced by ancient
Lure to see
Yourself sufficient
Only to be
Reduced to just
A whimper, a plight
Extinguished by
The one who might
Have opened your heart
To see the light.
Comment on the death of Atheist, Christopher Hitchens, who stated that only the weak turn to faith when facing death. (NPR Interview 10/10)
