If there is no atheist

in fox holes,

surely it is the same

in a cancer ward

or emergency room.

There is a waiting Divinity in the gloom

mixed in with the proximity of doom

who turns the unbelievers vision upward

so she might see the stars

and guess Who it is abides far beyond them,

who offers that last chance,

a rope thrown to the drowning man

caught in the rip

which he clutches just before

his life begins to slip away.

It is part of the heart of Divinity

who does not spurn

that final, desperate grasping

willing always to haul ashore

the gasping new believer.

It is never too late.

She will never fail

to save those who

by newfound faith

grab heaven by the tail!

Just in the nick of time.