A t h e i s t
An atheist stood
in the outstretched arms of God
staring past the glory of the starry skies
and into the depths of a Heaven
he would never see.
The parables and prophets of the past,
with all their power still intact,
steadied the legs of his subconscious mind
as Truth washed over him in waves
of Knowledge — not revealed, but obvious,
like an old friend,
patiently waiting
and hoping for that one thing
most desired
but completely out of her control.
As if a movie had started playing
at the beginning of time itself,
telling the story of all that is
and was and will be
in the language of both day and night,
Facts and myth,
skepticism and belief,
science and religion
laid down their ancient arms;
the old dichotomies finally reconciled.
For so long before his time
they had battled in the hearts
and minds of these tiny creatures,
only now beginning to grasp the truth
of who and what they truly are.
His mind now gripped with this awareness,
itself a product of
the seen and unseen
pouring in and throughout,
Awakened.
Perturbations in the smallest possible
time and space,
mere wrinkles in the fabric
of a perilously new reality
played out over the eons,
creating this most unlikely,
self-reflecting and beautiful
scene, the odds of which were
so vanishingly small as to be called
Impossible.
And yet, in the great paradox
of existence, the machinations of
Time, finite, but incomprehensible,
also conspired to make the moment
Inevitable.
The Atheist stood in the spiral arms of God,
and realized with the peace of blinding certainty
that in the smallest, most ephemeral way,
He was the created, and Creation
searching the empty heavens for answers,
And finding his Creator
in an insignificant corner
of Everything
that is
and was
and ever will be.