Faith is the breeze

Helps feathery hope to stay aloft

It gives us ease

When we are pained

And makes our landings somewhat soft-

er than could be if we remained

Insistent that there is no God.

Oh why resist? What are the odds

That this elaborate spiral dance

Is utterly a thing of chance,

With no compassionate ‘telligence

To care for every little clod,

Who has our mean existence deigned

To be concerned about, to look in oft

To whisper "Are you any closer yet to world peace, Louies?"