It's not a man
nor a woman,
there's no one in the sky
counting our sins,
forgiving our misdeeds,
no one denouncing
or immortalizing.
There's no right or wrong.
It all lacks a motive.
State of affairs:
A sheer force of will
is our navigator,
we run our own risks.
No parachutes,
no shelter.
We're behind the wheel,
we decide ourselves which way to pull,
what our faith contains and
how to relate to our
crossroads.
No God may be aching,
but grief alone may gather.
One life may be a painful truth,
but life alone may relieve.