Religious Atheist

The skyline, it eats the night sky
The sun rises from ashes
Ashes from burning out yesterday
I find its scientific beauty
comforting

As an atheist, I still hold my church
I hold the breadth of humanity in folded hands like prayer
I share my faith with pages splattered with beautiful minds

My mission trip is traced on highways
Factual highways, tangible outlines
Maps and hopes and theories

I am not some unenlightened piece of spiritual meat to be pounded
I am honest, I am fresh from the ashes of tradition