Namaste, Dear Atheist
by Christina Tello
Why does my heart long for the stars
If God did not make the sky?
Why do my eyes tear at the sight of a bird
That has just learned to fly?
Enthralled by the beauty of the trees
Bewitched by the feel of the breeze
In love with the sand beneath my feet
In awe of branches rustling sweet
Amazed by the flight of the bee
Betrothed to the waves of the sea
I am indeed a free-thinker
Not akin to default compliance
And my heart tells me that
This is all more than just science
That miracles are possible
To shatter what we thought we knew
And though you do not believe,
The God in me greets the God in you.