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The Atheist
When I'm with you I often think of god
Which as a Jewish Quaker atheist
Is more challenging and circuitous
A journey then you might think. I imagine
God like the violets on my walk around
The neighborhood: delicate, beautiful,
Ephemeral. God is the morning doves
That fly away when I walk near them:
Coo-ing and flutt'ring, silly things really.
Perhaps god is a bad habit: checking
My phone mid-conversation with a friend.
Or the opposite of that: staring deep
Into a lover's eyes until I can't
Remember what she's saying. That she was
ever speaking. That there is a world out
Of her eyes. God is the strength in my legs
Simultaneously impossibly strong
And constantly failing. Ursula Le Guin
Wrote something about this idea. Something
About how atheists must acknowledge
And define god in order to deny
Its (her? their?) existence and in doing so,
Prove that god exists at least somewhere.
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