I knew there was no god
When the mother rabbit came back later, looking,
After the crows swooped in and took her hidden babies.
Still, it comforts to believe in something, to connect.
There is heart, there is light,
There is nature, lovely and mean.
Maybe we aren’t preordained beings
or soap opera stars watched by gods.
Maybe we are just living,
Praying to our own creations,
Helps me breathe sparks of
Divinity, miracles, hope.
Keeps me going when the crows are closing in.