The Heretical Reader

From time immemorial you existed without acknowledgement

Without reciprocation of duty from humanity; a saturation of darkness you bathed the sky

How long has it been…eons since the auspice of your life articulated upon the lips of mortals? A dim; yet, spark in a distant space reserved for your coming; my intuition tells me so

I blame my success; my failures on you; this isn’t right nor fair; justice…well, everything is in your hands

Billions of years I knew not of you. The recesses of your omnipotence have no depth; could I…fathom anything more? My head bowed in prayer; yet…there’s something on the floor

I’ve cried so many times; if my tears were echoes a tsunami would trample the world…it would… remove the reflection of my pain

Silly claims of you not existing…illogical arguments of your creative powers; are blind folds for fashion?

Could I inhale and exhale without divine favor; would my eyes not cast upon the seeds of my loved ones…oh…I hear the sounds of the choir or is it the drum…pa rum pum pum pum

Death…what is there to fear; for if I exist then death is not, and if death is then I am not so…why fear something that exist when I am not; a faint voice of Epicurus soothes my ear…faintly, but I hear

Billions of years I knew not of you. The recesses of your omnipotence have no depth; could I…fathom anything more? My head bowed in prayer; yet…there’s something on the floor…with light reflecting so grand and clear…my own reflection in the mirror.

I am the one I was looking for.

-Robert Affinis