There is no Love, the mother cried
As she rocked her baby side to side
With lullaby sweet
And melodies soft

There is no Right, the justice penned
As he meted sentence strong
For lawless wrongs
Called sin

There is no Meaning, the author wrote
With words to demonstrate his point
Trusting readers
To understand

There is no God, the hiker said
As he watched the sky wash over red
With hues and radiant beams
Of beauty

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I started this poem in 2018 thinking about my dear atheist friend Braden.

Braden was convinced that there was no objective right, wrong, beauty, meaning, true rationality, or God.

And yet he was always so kind and courteous, admiring goodness around him, and reflecting on things far beyond him.