Theodicy

Dear Lord, can atheists
suffer with the problem of pain?
Or are you necessary for that?
Do you exist
so that we might scream at you,
reject,
and come to disbelieve in you?
Can we weep in lamenting
without you?
Because nothing is wrong
without you.
You are the ingredient
necessary to make the mess.
You are the prerequisite of sadness,
of sobs in pillows at night.
So I need you, Sweet Lord,
if I want to scream at sky
that things shouldn't be this way.
That is my prayer
and judgment.
Each needing you to listen
and exist.