Talking to Orion: A Non-Believer’s Prayer

Where did all the blue skies go?

Because all I see above me are

Accusatory clouds wagging fingers in my direction.


When did the middle ground become a high-wire?

And why does the wire seem so out of reach?

When did “okay” become the American dream?


Orion, why do I treat you like a psychiatrist on my speed dial?

Ignoring you until I’m not, then impatiently awaiting your appearance?

Why, when I am unable to comprehend the devotion others show to religion,

Is the only word I have left – faith?

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