Why I Am Not A Christian

Your
micromanaging God
isn’t real to me —

mine is not concerned with my personal salvation
and I thank my God for that

My God lets me be to find my way
and is no security blanket
no anchor or storm flag
for that journey
has no care for my individual well-being

says I’m well-made
and if I fail it’s my failure
and lonely or insecure
are just my first petty words for recognizing
my small place in the only thing
that matters —

The Aggregate

Oh, far better to not matter as a person
to surrender the antimatter ego of belief in heaven and hell
to know that the only true sin is to stop another light from shining
to laugh at torture as divine test instead of bowing before the torture device
to be an easily sloughed off cell in the Mass Body Of Light
to serve the Glow and not assume
that if I am seen by God
it will be as anything more that a glint

I am the Nothing
the Small and Inconsequential
I am glorious enough

as a tiny piece
of a material creation I trust
to make its way without the need
for intervention