Had a fab time meeting Brian at his possibly now-less-than-fave resto du coin on Friday.
That said, since I feel this one isn't a winner, I'll post my draft of an atheist's Gresham's hymn here. If time, I'll have a go at Al My Hope on God is Founded as well.
"Lift up your hearts/ It’s all made up!" tune Woodlands, with apologies to all Old Greshamians
“It’s all made up!” There’s no one there to hear;
Those prayers rise futile into ether clear;
“It’s all made up!” Just myth and stories old,
Invented long ago our minds to mould. our fears t’enfold
Don’t squander time and precious/ priceless mortal vim
Invoking help from some invented “Him”;
Get off your ass/ arse and fix the hitch like men:
See what went wrong, don’t let it chance again.
It’s mankind’s lot, to feel at times perplexed:
Life ain’t no picnic, but no sacred text
Will rescue us from crisis, fear and grief;
The answer’s up to us – without/ deny belief. I really don't like this)
So as we face that fearful, final call,
The one which darkly/ gravely beckons to us all,
“It’s all made up!” should through our minds resound
As after life’s great/vast joys we go to ground.
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