There are some of us that laugh
At those who blindly have faith.
Over dinner table conversations
Claiming to speak on reality’s behalf
We question ‘till they cannot answer
Acting entitled to this cruelty
Because we have proof, evidence.
They take it with the grace of a dancer,
Or not. Either way, we act wrong
Not stopping to consider
The high ground we walk on
Is false, that maybe they too are strong.
They have no proof of god, right?
Then what courage must it take,
To trust in something you cannot see
To find, in an empty void, light.
Would you jump from a roof,
Not knowing if the mat below
Would catch you, or if it was even there?
Hold that courage up against our proof.