God is Dead But Rhythm Rhymes

God is dead!  What held the atoms together, kept the seas in check, the mountains stacked the stars in place?  Why did the sun not turn cold, love end, H unbind itself from 2 O and birds loose lift?  What kept rhythm, rhyming, light mixing color, eyes seeing and dogs kind?  Why did fur not go hard, diamonds turn dull, sugar go bitter and kissing to spitting?  What kept humans conscious, roses smelling like lovers and breezes cooling?  Why did we still hold hands, a grandchild still set in granddad’s lap and old lovers warm each other in the night?  Why?  Because Mercifully tomorrows coming!

Christ In The Tomb
by Hans Holbein