“Why would I care
what the bacteria
in the wall think of me?”
was the most intelligent
question I’d heard posed
by a skeptic of God
most self-described atheists
myself included
still talked of God
as if He was there
we had to have Someone
to curse for our disappointments
to scald with our bitterness
and if that hurt or disappointed
God (especially the Christian present)
that was the point
but why should He care?
what the bacteria think of Him?
it’s an enormous universe with
so much going on across
unfathomable spans
Earth is a wet speck of sand
infested with impossible
and ultimately irrelevant
Life, the dust of dust
if God was indeed there
and could hear all our thoughts
we would be another tone
in a universe full of thoughts
from planets entirely alien
to one another and it
would be some truly
unholy tinnitus
in His ears.
“If God were indeed there,”
sneers another. “The whole idea
is ridiculous. I’ve never believed
in God! Never in my whole life!”
Every now and then you’d meet
one of these loudmouths who needs you
to know he was smart before you
were smart so that puts him over you
in the intellectual hierarchy
because reason
and then came the pagan worship of
Science™ and the urge to evangelize
and convert unbelievers
who most heretically believe
in an Author
behind the laws of the universe
as awful as these people were overall
I am grateful to them for making
faith in the ultimate Reason
the most reasonable option
and it’s only late in life that
I understand the saddest irony
of all, that for all our unbelieving
smarts, for all the books we read
and the music we listened to
that made us so much wiser
and better
than the average consumer
for all our cleverly chorded
songs of love
we could not imagine Love.
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