Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
An Atheist Visits the Art Musem
He went to the museum late one afternoon.
He saw a beautiful oil painting.
It was a sunset beach scene in vivid colors:
gorgeous pastels of pink, orange and lavender.
He stood before the painting in awe.
He marveled at how many weeks
the artist must have toiled
over the details of this masterpiece.
With every stroke of brush on canvas
the artist had labored purposefully
to fulfill his vision.
How could anyone fail to appreciate
the magnificent craftsmanship
of such a creative endeavor?
Truly incredible.
Later, as he was leaving the museum,
he noticed the sun setting in the west.
Thin scattered clouds were aflame in crimson.
A flock of geese flew into the glaring horizon.
A whispering breeze caressed his face.
He stopped to admire the scene.
He marveled at how many billions of years
it must have taken for the universe
to randomly form itself into such beauty.
Truly incredible.
Then he walked on home,
as foolish and ignorant
as the day he was born.
He saw a beautiful oil painting.
It was a sunset beach scene in vivid colors:
gorgeous pastels of pink, orange and lavender.
He stood before the painting in awe.
He marveled at how many weeks
the artist must have toiled
over the details of this masterpiece.
With every stroke of brush on canvas
the artist had labored purposefully
to fulfill his vision.
How could anyone fail to appreciate
the magnificent craftsmanship
of such a creative endeavor?
Truly incredible.
Later, as he was leaving the museum,
he noticed the sun setting in the west.
Thin scattered clouds were aflame in crimson.
A flock of geese flew into the glaring horizon.
A whispering breeze caressed his face.
He stopped to admire the scene.
He marveled at how many billions of years
it must have taken for the universe
to randomly form itself into such beauty.
Truly incredible.
Then he walked on home,
as foolish and ignorant
as the day he was born.
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