Once to the sweetest flower
there came an atheist,
”Forget about God´s power,
you dumb creationist!
Of scientific logic
you still have much to learn!”
In terms pedagogic
the flower he did spurn!

The little flower wondered
about that atheist
whose words had often blundered
to proudly God resist,
the flow´r didn´t argue,
but met him with a smile
that cared for him – mind you! -
without deceitful guile!

There was no solemn preaching
nor any tall debate,
just simple, wordless teaching
from that sweet flower mate,
the atheist pondered,
new thoughts he now let loose,
about God he wondered,
“What is now my excuse?”

20.7.13 - jn

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