I thought the light of knowledge would imbue
When thinking of a god and what it means
to visit endless spheres with fealty true
for what is sexless, and in form unseen
The tiresome tropes to limn a god for me
do not present a semblance of proof
Like judging wind as pouring rain at sea
Because I am a man with thoughts aloof
My heart has been abused too much for hope
But does a need for hope affirm belief?
Yet still, despite my doubts I blindly grope
for something to believe and soothe my grief
With Occam’s Razor thinking ought to pause
Can’t life\'s effects exist in want of cause?