Facing It

I do not believe in God... There, it is said. But before you throw your hands into the air, I testify, "God Is" and that is quite the fair assessment of what I know, you see, for there is not a human thought which may enlighten me about a deity that one might with a certainty believe in, worship for the sake of humankind, nor bless; not us, nor even all the clerics you may find. I do like the appurtenances of faith. I appreciate the great cathedrals, lofty art, the music filling us with thoughts of beauty and of sacrifice or indeed, that love alone may serve as the epitome of any God one thinks about. But there it is, and then the counterpart that I at length must face. for anguish too will take its place. Perhaps my murky thoughts allow some muddy exercise; any thought of God I entertain embraces glory to be sure and turmoil will confound the mix. The creed of William Alexander Percy says it best: "The peace of God, it is no peace but strife closed in the sod. Yet brothers, pray for just one thing-- the marvelous peace of God." ~