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."
~
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