I would rather believe in waters
that are offered without a price,
that quenches the soul, than like others
in a Godless world and a harsh and stark demise.
As in the greatest love He has offered his life for me
have not stolen anything but has created this world
brought from injustice and pain tranquillity
paying sorrows even in His holy word untold
and with your blaspheme
challenging the Supreme Being
you only show your own inadequacy
in knowing, conceiving
that something more than life exists and in the cold
you leave His love untold, choosing to rot in the mould.
[Reference: XXII “Ho, everyone that thirsteth” by A. E. Housman.]
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