Dear God.
Why do I refer to you as ‘you’,
As though you’re a sapient being too?
To me you’re a concept, like love, envy, hate,
But you know what makes me fucking irate?
The aforementioned abstracts can be proven by chemistry, science,
But ‘you’ can’t, you just represent defiance.
Defiance of evidence, of truth, morality,
Rejection of fact, for ‘spirituality’.
One thing I’ll never understand;
(Which is the reason religion will never end),
That we fear human ignorance; things we can’t comprehend.
So in compensation for our blindness, we created this friend,
But this friend has no answers, can teach us nothing new,
‘He’ just re-phrases what we already knew.
Shall I tell you why ‘He’ tells us what we want to hear?
Why ‘He’s’ always there to avert our fears?
‘Immanuel’ – God is with us, but what I think they mean to
say,
Is that God IS us, at the end of the day.
God is a figment of our
imagination,
God wasn’t there at the ‘start of creation’,
Technically ‘science’ wasn’t there either,
Yet I trust in ‘science’ as a non-believer,
‘Science’ is the knowledge we’ve systematically gained,
The observation of facts which remain unfeigned.
I’ll take truth and proven fact as Gospel,
Not evangelical ravings from a biased Disciple.
People turn to praying as a desperate, last attempt
To redeem the irredeemable, or to try and repent.
This makes me angry, why not be proactive,
Try and make amends when we can’t live and let live.
If we can’t cope with uncertainty, let’s face what is certain,
If the sickness is terminal, don’t wait till the curtain
Is closed and pray for their soul after death,
Make their living time happy and offer relief.
Why do God-fearing Christians fear their demise?
Surely life-eternal, up above is a fair compromise?
Is it because there’s a glimmer of doubt,
The worry that no matter how loud you shout,
No one is listening, and nobody cares?
That life’s a precious, one way ticket, with no return fare?
When I die, that’s the end, there’s no chance to contest,
I’ll decompose in the ground, along with even the best
Of us. I’ve led a God-Damn blasphemous life, but I don’t
fear Hell,
I have no time for Gods, Devils or Angels.
Sometimes I wish there was an ‘eternal life’ option,
Not for my sake, but for that of my loved ones.
Jesus Christ, sometimes I fear the end,
Knowing there’s only one place that I’m destined.
We Homo Sapiens are Selfish creatures,
The need to survive is an intrinsic feature.
We’re here to reproduce, and then to die,
The Garden of Eden was simply a lie
To explain how we got here, for we didn’t understand
Until Darwin’s theory gave us a hand.
As far as I can see, we weren’t put here for a reason,
There’s no pre-destined purpose, or unique, personal
mission,
Just seemingly inexplicable coincidence, that’s all there is
to it,
You won’t get very far, asking ‘God’ to go through it.
I apologise now, if my views insult you.
But they are my
thoughts, so I won’t consult you,
In the same way that I don’t expect your beliefs to alter
On my behalf, as you kneel at the altar.
I’ll contest your religion, but I don’t expect your
conversion,
To manipulate your thoughts would be unfair perversion.
But you can’t debate with me on blatant actuality,
Whereas I can with you, on belief and traditionality,
For with opinion there can be no wrong or right,
It’s up to you if you’ve seen the light.
But to me, I believe it’s utter...
Rubbish. So,
Dear God, Thank you, but Goodnight.
Charlotte Davey 4.10.12 ©
Perfect. Tim and I were having this conversation on Wednesday night. About beliefs, God etc. I was trying to explain my thoughts and beliefs. I have no set religion but I do think of a God as something out there. I explained it as a feeling, him as a feeling, but I think you have summed it up pretty damn good.
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Thanks Colette!
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God,god,god. God is only a name and is not,is not a game
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So how do I feel, well, this is the deal.
God does exist and is very real
Just as Elvis and Jesus still live. Oh yes they do
Now don't throw a shoe and say what a pile of poo!
Yes I believe that is true.
They live in us and live on through us just as true as fairies and our grandparents and friends and relations just departed.
So how is this different to the view of a non existent God?
Gods only exist because humanity believe in them, True? Terry Pratchett has it down to a tee? when they stop believing, the Gods disappear who would believe in them when we all are not here?
Now is the rub and where we are apart, faith and a good heart.
'God' is there where there is kindness and love, where actually you resist giving that last shove.
When you and a good friend say the same thing at the same time
When all is well and your write a great poem
When rowing in a team and you are all acting as one
At meeting and you are all together and agree with whats spoken.
When 80,000 at Twickenham fall silent for minutes
There is really no limit.
So what about when things go wrong and we are not strong
When bad things happen for no reason
Murder, violence, corruption and abuse
There is really no limit.
So what is the point of life?
To make things better than before
To ensure the bad things are less, for sure
To bring your children up in the way to change these about
to catch an egg in a big dustbin, Oh yes and thats the shout.
The point of life is to find out what the point of life is about!
There is really no limit but ourselves
Enjoy!
and take your litter home. Oh and black is white!
Phew better have that tea now!
Good subject for a discussion next year?
God blessa youse -Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL
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