To the Materialists, Atheists, and Existentialists
You would turn us all into puppets,
lacking the will to act, feel, believe--
making us into robots of flesh, subject
like slaves to genes and environment,
just the end result of eons of evolution.
Marx said money puled us down and
Freud made the unconscious a power,
while Sartre told us nothing exists
beyond your pulse and when that stops,
with your last heartbeat, you are nothing.
But they are all fools, blind and deaf, who
will not, cannot see the endless mixing of
the Divine with the mundane, not feel
the currents of the Great Mystery as It
swirls in turbulence through every life.
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