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.