Dear Anti Diary,

It doesn’t interest me if there is one God or many
gods.

I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned.

If you know despair or can see it in others.

I want to know if you are prepared to live in the
world with its harsh need to change you.

If you can look back with firm eyes saying this is
where I stand.

I want to know if you know how to melt into that
fierce heat of living, falling toward the center of
your longing.

I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day,
with the consequence of love and the bitter
unwanted passion of your sure defeat.

I have been told, in that fierce embrace, even
the gods speak of God.