I Met My First Atheist

I Met my first atheist, Dear Lord, what a sight...
Conviction he lacked, Your existence denied.
I was dumbstruck, drained...inside -my soul cried.

I begged him consider this magical world,
The mysterious process of making a pearl,
Had he savored the wonder of a little girl?

The stars luminescent, the dynamic sun!
Hadn't he wondered from where they had come?
Professed nonbeliever...dear Lord, I was stunned.

And who, I beseeched did he turn to for help,
When faced with the tragedies his life surely dealt?
Assured him without You-his journey? Pure hell.

I noticed a vacant impassionate grin,
While he pointed out man's insidious sin,
"Society seems tainted enough without 'Him'."

I then described You, how I ached to convey,
And how You're forgiving, that there is a way!
I almost could hear my heart breaking that day.

I met my first atheist Dear Lord, though I grieved,
I stood ever firm as I started to leave,
I hugged him, While promising,...
That SOMEDAY...
He'd believe!

Copyright^© 2002 Karen O'Connor
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