In a church, on a Sunday morn,
Two men crossed paths, their beliefs were torn.
One devout and faithful, seeking solace in prayer,
The other, an atheist, ready to scoff and glare.
As the bells rang, filling the air with chimes,
They engaged in debate, amidst sacred rhymes.
The religious man spoke of God’s loving embrace,
Miracles, he claimed, were present in every space.
But the atheist scoffed, dismissing it all,
“Superstitions and myths”, he named them all.
He questioned the existence of a divine hand,
In a world where suffering and injustice continued to expand.
Their voices clashed, each holding their ground,
Arguments, echoes, no resolution to be found.
Leaving the church, they sought a café nearby,
To continue their discourse, passions running high.
With cups of steaming coffee, their words did flow,
Tackling questions of faith, they aimed to know.
The religious man spoke of beauty and grace,
The intricate design of the human race.
The atheist countered with scientific proof,
Reason and logic, his intellectual roof.
They debated the universe’s origin and fate,
Each point made, they could not abate.
Minutes turned to hours, yet no common ground,
Their argument in circles, forever bound.
So they vowed to meet, a decade ahead.
To continue their discussion, where reason led.
Ten years passed, and the day arrived,
In the café, memories once revived.
The atheist-turned religious, with newfound belief,
And the religious-turned-atheist, seeking relief.
But something had changed, a twist in the tale,
Their experiences had caused their beliefs to derail.
The atheist now believed, a revelation profound,
While the religious man’s faith had lost its ground.
The once-atheist shared a story untold,
A moment of wonder, his doubts now controlled.
He witnessed a miracle, unexplained and true,
A divine intervention that pierced him through.
Yet the religious man with sadness in his eyes,
Shared a tale of loss, where faith met demise.
He questioned the Almighty’s ways and decree,
As tragedy struck, his faith could no longer see.
Their exchange turned bitter, scoffing ensued,
Each mocking the other, their beliefs misconstrued.
They vowed to meet again, in a decade’s span,
To continue their debate, each as a wiser man.
A decade later, the first man arrived,
To be greeted by sorrow, his spirit deprived.
The friend’s wife approached, with new to share,
The religious-turned atheist was no longer there.
Grief enveloped the first man’s hardened heart.
He blamed a deity, from whom he chose to part.
The hypocrisy unveiled, both their beliefs held at bay,
As the atheist once again cast God away.
This poem, a description of hypocrisy’s plight,
Weaving a tale of beliefs lost in the fight.
Fort these beliefs can often falter and sway,
As the human heart yearns, in its ceaseless way.
And so, the café stood as a solemn reminder,
Of men who could seek wisdom, yet grew only blinder.
The cycles of faith, shattered and broken,
In their quest for truth, never truly spoken.
Let us heed this cautionary tale, we ought,
To embrace humility, in the battles we’ve fought.
For belief and disbelief, walk hand in hand,
As we navigate the mysteries of life’s shifting sands
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