To the Skeptic Who Denies God You want me to prove to you my God exists. “The burden of proof is on you,” you insist; But when my lips open, you only resist. You try to use logic to tear me apart; You pull out your jargon to get a head start, And don’t know I see through this right to your heart. You say all my arguments have been refuted; Before you heard me, though, you had me muted; You tell me I’m stupid, religious, deluded. You shut yourself out from reality’s blessing; Your fantasy world without God is digressing While blinding your eyes to the trap you’re caressing. I don’t mind the names and I don’t mind the mocking; You’re showing God true with the way that you’re talking, Attacking my person and how I am walking. But I know God won’t hold against you your past, If you ever tire of your spiritual fast; And I’m praying one day you’ll come home at last. Sonnet IX: On Phil. 4:19 and Matt. 6:33 Why dost thou yearn, my soul, for that which bears No fruit? Why longest with a deep desire For things that only perish in the fire? Thy fleshly craving builds up and repairs Thy curséd nature; ill thy reft soul fares When thou to nothing higher dost aspire But, destitute, ly’st grov’lling in the mire, Where sin thy good discretion warps and tears. My soul, why walkest thou like unto this? For all thou needest thy God well supplies, And fleshly satisfaction bears no good Thou mayest profit from; thou’lt blessings miss From heaven’s riches. Therefore let thine eyes Gaze upward, from where blessings truly flood. James Sibert is a Mechanical Engineering student and poet living in Colorado. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition.