Once,
when all my friends had disappeared
and I at God was angry,
was in my bed attempting sleep
but could not for the thoughts.
Lay in anger at my friends,
turned in habit to my lord,
and stopped just shy of speech.
If Him I am not speaking to,
and all others have defected,
I am alone - the absolute -
and shivers shook my bones.
What's cold went colder
the dark turned black
as a universe of emptiness
became a crushing power.

Quickly I called to God, forgiving Him, and
forsaking this brief atheistic haunt,
I have since not left His side;
I will never leave His side.