Beautiful Atheism
Soulless, they say
Without a moral compass
To guide my judgment
And make me ‘good’
But there’s beauty in my atheism
Purity in my logic
Kindness in my deeds
And peace in my heart
My actions are my longevity
Holding a hand through personal hell
Wiping a tear
Listening intently
Supporting those who so desperately need it
Fiercely falling in love
Offering unwavering loyalty
To those who deserve it
These things are remembered
These deeds are cherished
And it is through these actions
That lives are touched
And when it’s time to close my eyes for the final time
My body will return to the ground
My energy will transfer
And a little springtime shoot will grow