The Atheist's Easter Poem by Mervyn Graham

In the silence of the skeptic's mind,
Amidst the clamor of doubts unkind,
Lies a tale of Easter, so profound,
In the depths of reason, it's often found.

No crosses adorned with pious grace,
Nor prayers whispered in sacred space,
Yet still, a story silently told,
In the fabric of the universe, it unfolds.

No resurrection in literal form,
But in the rebirth after life's storm,
In the cycles of nature, the seasons' dance,
The atheist finds their Easter trance.

Not in a savior, but in humanity's might,
In the courage to stand against the night,
To embrace the dawn with eyes wide clear,
And forge ahead without fear.

For the atheist's Easter is not in belief,
But in the joy of knowledge, a relief,
In the wonders of science, the truth's embrace,
In the beauty of existence, in every space.

So let the skeptic's heart rejoice,
In the absence of myth, find their voice,
For in the absence of gods to praise,
They find their Easter in life's maze.

No resurrection, no divine decree,
Just the simple, sacred, atheist's plea:
To live, to love, to seek, to strive,
In this earthly Easter, they truly thrive.

Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)