There is a carving, whittled by skeletal hand
and conceived of by a man angry with God
that sits beyond Time and the whistle
of a train carrying death.
I echo those thoughts, even as an atheist,
I repeat the philosophy
daily, not out of spite, not out of fear
and retribution by those seeking revenge,
that if there is a God,
for the wrongs done in her name,
the next time we meet,
she had better apologise.
Ian D. Hall 2017