The Atheist At the Pearly Gates

One day at the Pearly Gates An Atheist appeared Slightly stunned at what he saw He looked a little scared Filled with doubt he slowly moved Now seemingly annoyed Where was the numbing silence? And hollow empty void? With glaring trepidation He moved towards the light Cautious now he paced himself And tried to look contrite Saint Peter had been watching him With patience from the gate The Atheist’s had come before Each one was worth the wait The Atheist stood before him Now in the luminous glow With downcast eyes, apologized And gasped “I didn’t know!” Saint Peter’s words came slowly He seemed somewhat aloof “I would like to believe you sir, But there simply is no proof!”