A Conflict

In Saki’s story, the story teller tells the story
Of a virtuous school girl, 
Who lost her life— 
Precisely because of her virtues, as it were. 
The medals she was wearing, 
Which she had won for her virtues,
Clinked and gave her away
When she was hiding;
And the preying wolf had his dinner!

Now, if God protects the virtuous,
Why should such things happen, fact or fiction? 
Can’t people’s virtues protect them?
Then why talk of God’s love?
Is this, then, a God-forsaken world,
In which we are all souls, given up for lost?

Similar questions do arise in anyone’s mind,
As it happened to Jeremiah and Hopkins, 
Which reaction social psychologists would call 
Cognitive dissonance, an uneasiness 
That arises when we hold 
Two conflicting opinions—at the same time.
God is love: God is indifferent.

We tend to use, in the circumstances,
Our common sense, which may and does cause 
Certain blind spots: We are likely to become
Insensitive to some of our own mistakes and lapses,
Which would get us into trouble— 
In the very moment of safety or success!


If, instead, we stay positive and patient
(Which, I would say, always go together),
Then, out-of–the-box thinking starts working,
As it did for Viktor Frankl or John Gray.
We will be able to find better answers.  

Why not try?

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Cresswell Avatar
August 29, 2017 at 2:59 PM
This is a conundrum and has been on my mind for many years. I read in a book, a long time ago, an hypothesis that made much sense to me. Before we are born our spirit gets together with our guides to decide on the lessons we need to learn in this life. There is a plan made including whom we will meet and an exchange of help is agreed upon. You help them with learning a certain thing and they in turn help you. Makes sense to me. We have free will as to whether we follow the plan or not.
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August 29, 2017 at 7:10 PM
Its what comes of being alone, not lonely, so much. Time to take on the more gnarly thoughts lol.
R. V. Avatar
August 29, 2017 at 3:32 PM
Thank you, Patricia, for your comment. You are profound!
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