Sterile World (Poem)
The new atheists rage
at the thought of enchantment.
Preferring absence rather than presence
in the sterile world of the abyss.
Nothingness reigns in the silence
of a world without purpose.
Faith in none belief is contested
in a world where nothing is incontestable.
The danger faced by those who repudiate faith
is that re-enchantment is no respecter of persons.
Determined to show no signs of weakness
they are susceptible to unbelieving unbelief.
God is dead or so they say
yet they so clearly miss Him.
Afraid that in a moment of uncertainty
He might just sneak up on them unawares.