If you encounter someone who believes
in a thousand improbabilities —
such as blind chance developing a protein molecule
at the odds of a trillion to one,
or a flying bird emerging from slime and mud,
or intelligent consciousness somehow
accidentally happening
out of unintelligent processes —
and they ask you for proof of God, tell them
about the magic of moonlight
in the shining eyes of a sensitive woman;
or a heart the size of a grain of rice
starting to beat in a mother’s body
and never pausing for 90 years;
or the millions of radiant, loving souls
who say they have encountered a pure Spirit,
divinely beautiful in their own hearts;
or the silence of a great tree
that can be sensed in everyone’s chest
if you are still;
and the inexplicable brightness of Light
in the wide, open eyes of those who believe
in limitless, eternal Love.
Blake Steele's Word Rambles 