Intro

I look but don't see

Where is the God, where is He?

Who am I? 

Or the bigger question is why?

Some sing, some bow and some dance

Then entitle themselves to heaven's fullest chance

Most are born who they claim to be

The others adorn themselves as what they like to see

I raise brows at them all

So they say,

 'Atheist, that wretched soul!'

They don't comprehend my quest

Nor know the answers I seek

They abhor my questions

My study of religion

Defiance and denial

,and of doubt you wreak

Distant they stand

Atheist is all they see

Upon closer inspection

A theist was the inscription 

Outside my house

Meant to introduce visitors to me.