My Religion

I believe in no God.
My lips shall know not the name of deities
like countless lost prayers-
Are they ever heard?

Preachings of forgiveness, funny
how I find more devotion in
whispers of sin behind Light’s reach-
Who are we to deny human nature?

Piety, in all its divine name, should know
Jealousy is a fatal flaw
and Mortality supposes it is too.
Simply knowing stops neither.

Holy, yet only a dying candle’s flicker
in the presence of earthly ephemerality,
because beauty was never meant to be eternal
lest its definition erodes with the waves of time.

Fragile flowers, so easily withered-
never forget they endured harsh winter to bloom
if solely for one warm sunrise.
It is not merciful. It is not unkind.

Is it not more entrancing? A bonfire
dancing until rain’s final applause.
While the sun’s glow, if never-resting,
reduces to an eyesore.

Mortals may worship Celestia; look closer
and see that Gods are captivated by humans-
admire what they cannot understand, cannot possess.
Ask any immortal about lust and envy.

Heaven, I have witnessed only once
in the reflection of her eyes.
No breeze so gentle than
the one echoing her summer laugh.

I believe in no God.
But I have found my religion.