…a believers faith

in the reality of a Divinity

who cares

and is taking care of what happens to the house and all who dwell within

while She sits quietly on a comfy beach chair,

perched among the gables of the believers roof,

holds firm,

it can be, still, logically, insufficient evidence for the unbeliever.

Cannot be counted as substantiated proof enough to counter,

to outweigh, his own unbelief.

But!

Maybe,

comes a time

when unbeliever observes the peaceful visage

on his believing neighbors face

in contrast to the chaos of their worlds

while both their houses burn to ashes piled on the dirt

of some California hillside

that,

perhaps,

a locked door in the unbelievers mind opens,

just a crack,

enough to allow the unbeliever to whisper a soft, “Amen!”

too what his faith-filled-neighbor believes to be Truth

is,

(while not a shocking, unanimous verdict favoring Belief!

Judge, Jury and Witnesses dancing The Shag

before the bench to the tune of Amazing Grace!)

but,

perhaps a step toward,

at least,

a hung jury.

Anyway….

it’s a good beginning….