Here is a poem I wrote for my English class, which is taught by a man who thinks God = myth.

Dry Water

"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
I have no place for my head.
I have wandered, and found no bread.

My eyes are scorched with darkness, deep.
My soul is empty, but has one keep,
My pride and desire for peace.

But no peace is found by the sword,
only death, a lack of word.

Pour me like water, break my stones.
To give good news, that you have come.


I like it. Maybe you'll plant the seed and make a difference in his life. It's hard to tell if you make any difference but you have to try what you can.