Find not God in the holy books
But in the story of your life
Not in the words of the scriptures
But in the lyrics of the song on your lips Continue reading →
Find not God in the holy books
But in the story of your life
Not in the words of the scriptures
But in the lyrics of the song on your lips Continue reading →
I looked at the religion of my birth
There were questions it couldn’t answer
I looked at the religion of oneness
And found that there were many
Who are they who defend God?
Did He ask them to?
If He is All Powerful, why does He need defending? I was told He would take care of us, not that we would need to look after Him.
If He is the Creator, why do they destroy?
Who heard Him cry out for revenge? Why didn’t the neighbours hear Him? Why don’t you and I? If He can speak to them directly and call them to war, why did He send us avatars and apostles and prophets and angels of peace?
Is He happier now that murders in His name have been committed? Was He happy when they slaughtered kids earlier? Or do they hear from a different God in a language the rest of us don’t understand?
If every deed done by man is done in His name, why does man do misdeeds?
What is this mind for, if the hand is to kill? Why did He give us reasoning and the power of intellect if He wanted them to be subsumed by base metal and sharp edges of a sword?
Who lies? Did He? Surely not. The holy books? I think not, but if they did why are they holy?
Or is it they who lie?
Questions. Questions. Questions aplenty.
Can the defenders of faith defend themselves from the questions I ask?
Nothing overt seems to have happened
But a smile breaks out
On your face
As wide as an upturned rainbow
In Him I didn’t believe
Of Him I had my doubt
So I asked Him for a sign
Last night, He ran my life past me
Now, how can I not?
I see Hope flit before my eyes transient, evanescent
and then she disappears momentarily
taking my Belief with her.
Again, she reappears teasingly
rekindling the Faith immanent.
And Desire lives on…