What Might I Say to an Athiest

If you want to understand me:

spend time with monks who live under a vow of silence;
watch a fistful of sand blow through your fingers on a craggy cliff;
listen to a single snowflake, and then to a chorus of them;
And finally, permit yourself to set aside
textbooks and treatises,
mirrors and tools.
Fill their place
WIth poetry.
And as you do, consider the possibility:
You ARE the poetry in the hidden places.

Do these, and I might begin to seem less ridiculous.