I am an atheist, thank God.
Oh no, my friend, this is not odd
as, after all, He knows me still
as one who would ignore His will.
Yet, here on earth, I make my rules
for butchers, bakers and for fools.
Thus, hear me boy, as I explain
lest you end up another Cain,
just climbing Promise Mountain is
in my view (and perhaps in His)
no license to stake out a claim
in Carnal Valley's hidden shame.
So tame your odd and eager shrew
be happy with the current view.
As later on, just having been
down near the river (though no sin)
confers few rights and does not mean
that waves await your diving in.
Sure, go ahead and reminisce
enjoy the inner pictures too,
and taste again that lustful kiss
near where that big bald eagle flew;
Dwell in your thoughts up on that mountain,
descend to where coarse bracken grows.
And rest awhile there, at the fountain
where man's eternal river flows.
Unpack the checkered picnick rug
set up the table on the ground
uncork your bottle, with a shrug
and listen to her forest's sound.
Then feast your eyes on Cleaver's Ridge
just look, don't touch the memories
thank God now for the privilege
and for the thoughtful bumblebees.
Some things don't follow any trend,
eternal life is all around,
so, let this little poem end
I'll treasure all that I have found.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-timelessthoughts/
