Poem: The Evidence

He had lost his breath. He could hardly breathe.
It was as if a sea had swallowed him under.
Perhaps it was true, what he'd doubted so long.
But, how could it be? he wondered.

Could he have been wrong? He had been so sure.
The man trembled in awe at the thought.
If this was true, he had much rearranging to do
as he considered his life's new-found plot.

A match had been struck. He felt warm and alive--
--it was a joy that he could only call odd
as he cradled his newborn child and thought,
perhaps, just perhaps, there might be a God.