Atheist Prophet Of Wise Ungod

Atheist Prophet Of Wise Ungod
© Surazeus
2017 10 12

I am the atheist prophet of wise Ungod
who weaves our dreaming souls from beams of light
and sends us spinning through the universe
like a rock skipping across the vast sea.

The Ungod was lounging by her Black Hole,
drinking atoms from pulsing fountain flow,
when from one tiny drop of spinning atoms
she forged our star system by accident.

While sipping hot helium wine from stars
the Ungod snapped her fingers with a laugh
and sang sweet ecstasy of aching love
to float in dream inside our molecules.

Her endless dream of flashing beams of light
that flicker in our sloshing ocean waves
still sparks awake the neurons of our brains
so we remember her first conscious thought.

Deep down inside the core of our sponge brain
we dream that moment when Ungod awoke
with beaming consciousness of molecules
that spiral flashing through the void of death.

I hear her call my name at flash of dawn,
my mother singing, "Wake, Zarathian,
and teach your children how to sing in words
clear visions of our eyes that guide our way."

The Ungod who created nothing sings
deep in the urgent passion of our cells
so we invent her face from random swirls
to personify her galactic soul.

I am the atheist prophet of our Ungod
whose conscious hope inspires our searching eyes
to see her face shine on mountains and clouds,
our own mothers who taught us how to sing.