Commiserating by email with a friend whose husband has been diagnosed with an aggressive cancer, I remarked that this was one of the few times when I regret being an atheist, because I could not trot out platitudes about prayer. Her response floored me. I quote:
Funny that! I never regret being an atheist. I really don’t understand how it’s possible to be anything else. My favourite poem:
Ah, snug lie those who slumber
Beneath conviction’s roof
Their doors are sturdy lumber,
Their windows weatherproof
But I sleep cold forever,
And cold sleep all my kind
Born nakedly to slumber
In the draft from an open mind.
The verse was penned by Phyllis McGinley, who won the Pulitzer for poetry in 1961.
Interesting.
That is a poem even a non-atheistic kinda agnostic free thinker such as myself would embrace…
Thanks for sharing…
Oh I love it Tessa, and my email addie is somewhere around the clock on the left side of my blog….
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