The God Debate

I sat down to contimplate my faith

I set pen to paper

A papyrus of mind

I can not find a God

And he tells me as best he can

That he finds God through loving me

I love him not

I find God through sickness

Through a twisted stomache

A gulped throat

A seemingly endless morning

 

I am at odds with God

But I am bound to have faith

I have no religion

But I practice a devotion to a higher being

In the church of my mind

A divine gift I abuse

The church of my body

Which I indulge to the fullest

The church of my family

That I find kindness to nurture

The church of my friends

That are guided and give guidance

 

If hope is to be the last thing I feel

What is it I will have hope for?

In my last breathes will I beg for god for more?

Have I not done this already?

Did I not put my knees to the hard floor

Did I not close my hands around my weary head

Did I not beg and beg and beg again

You answered

I remember getting what I wanted

Wanting as I always have

I must seem a selfish being to God

Than I wonder if God contimplates my existance

The way I am bound to contimplate his

 

Does our problem lay in the God debate?

Should we not explore self faith and devotion

Rather than create conflict with strangers

Your faith is not mine

Simply because my faith is not mine

I've borrowed from the corners of the world

I have come to know few certanties

One

I am bound to this life

Two

I will live it to the fullest

Three

I owe God nothing for he owes me nothing

Four

I have a faith that needs not to be housed

Five

I will love, and through that love

Like he

I will find God and faith

 

 

Reviews

[ALifeAquatic]

I read this because it ties in with the other poem you wrote about God! I'm astounded by just how wise and profound both these poems are! If only Richard Dawkins was this wise and thoughtful! Once again brilliant piece!

AHouseOfChambers

[Onatah]

Than I wonder if God contimplates my existance
The way I am bound to contimplate his

Simply because my faith is not mine
I've borrowed from the corners of the world

I loved these two lines. I feel your struggle because I too struggle with it.

[Coyote Poetry]

You have found wisdom. Love and being kind is the answer. A outstanding poem. Your statement were strong and honest. I believe each of us must find our own salvation. A excellent poem.
Coyote