My friend, the nonbeliever

My friend, the nonbeliever

He doesn't believe in a god, but he believes in his brother.

He does not worship a higher being,
but he cherishes the one who stands beside him.

I may not see a higher power with my eyes,
but I see my friend and that there is something alive between us.

To love him is to work towards the brighter world that was promised to us

To know him is to see something above the decay that surrounds us

To be with him is to stand for something bigger than ourselves.

I was on my knees, repenting for my past.

I did not hear an answer to my plight, but I felt my friend pull me up.

My friend, who carried the cross with me,
which meant more than all the answers in this world.

My friend, who gives himself not due to some imagined tally or incentive,
but for mere goodness sake.

My friend, who shared his happiness and his sorrows with me,
absolving me in his presence.

My friend, who dreams not because of lack of disappointments, but despite it.

When I cannot do it for myself, than I do it for the friend who was given to me, so I can take him to that place where the warmth of the everlasting light will envelope us all.

My friend, the nonbeliever

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