the miracle of unbelief

his hands
still find their way
through the soft dirt,
still wet
and cold from old snow
finally
gone.
the seeds are the same
seeds he's felt
in his hand
since being a child
in nova scotia.
pushing them into the soil,
though no longer
seeing them.
the sun feels warm.
it's time to plant
his body says,
the blur of the world
is just a nuisance
to the task
at hand.
as the months go on,
he'll kneel
and feel the growth
of each new plant,
touching peppers
and tomatoes,
but still not believing
in God,
despite these miracles.