I plotted against die Herr.
Only to be stripped bare.*
I led an onslaught against the prophet's song.
Only to be proven wrong.
I sought to uproot the Sages' branch
Only to discover I had met my match.
I whispered: "I shall overcome"
Only to be numbered among the frum.
In the twilight of my life.
I now slumber, without a wife.
As I skim through the verses
I ponder on my urges.
I plea for a time that is neither day nor night.
Only then can I relinquish my might.**
*Hosheah 2:5
**Avot 4:1

A Former Non-Believer's Reflections
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