I'd Rather Smile With You

I heard apathy ooze from your insecure lips.

Sure—
I can’t prove His existence,
But—
You can’t disprove it either.

Yet . . .

even though you don’t believe,
I’m quite sure He still believes in you.

No more debates.

You’ve set your mind closed.

[But how great it would be to smile as one.]

With arms in the air and heads bent back in sacred veneration,
many pray for your salvation and hopeful enlightenment.

But . . .

I don’t anymore:
Those who want to be Saved get Saved.
Those who don’t don’t.

You make your own choices.
You make your own belief a reality.

I just sit back and examine my own consciousness—
smiling all the while.