where do the godless go
when they want to worship
a world made in no one’s image
when their heart is empty
and they look in the mirror
and search for the imago dei
but only see imago mei?

where do the godless go
to sing in holy harmony
when one voice just won’t do?
do they split personalities?
do they crawl inside themselves
to pray and speak in tongues?

or do they lay naked laughing
beneath an improbable sun
and wonder at how the bits of them
came together to ponder
how they came together
to ponder
how they came together
endlessly again and again
for all eternity?