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Is There Happiness Without God

Do you think you'd be happy if there were no God? Well, I wonder if that could be true? It would seem to suggest that your life has no meaning, If so, are you sure, that is OK with you? Though simplicity’s something that I give high praise, Does the absence of God bring it on? And a universe singing, “I’M ALPHA, OMEGA,” Make you want to dance, exercise your baton? On one hand, there’s the universe, other hand’s God, Is this where we bring logic to bear? And in choosing a steady state, or a creator, Do questions remaining just vanish from care? I won’t try to deny it; the Bible sounds strict, But then where it counts most, Good Book’s kind, Christ says “My yoke is easy” and “Grace is salvation, Is Zoloft the solace that you have in mind? I say these two positions rest wholly on faith, So it seems just one side has a prayer, The Agnostic is only one seen using logic But tempted toward laziness in this affair. Seems a Christian and Atheist worship same God, Their God’s FAITH (neither one has a clue)! So then where is FAITH’s virtue “God” finds so appealing? It’s door to your heart, though it’s frozen dark blue! Tell me if God exists, is it smart to play dumb? You could join Pascal’s club and just bet! But then God (if He’s God) would divine you are hedging, And likely repelled by your playing coquette! If my thinking is right, then Agnostics aren’t safe, Christ likes souls either cold or quite hot, It’s lost souls who are lukewarm, that bad taste embody, They rarely attract like a child or a tot. Though space-time may contain the truth, can it be true, If creator, how could it be pure? It is probably best if you rise to occasion And hope God is real though you cannot be sure. Who can prove with no doubt that God doesn’t exist? How could space-time exist with no plan? To find joy without God feels quite oxymoronic If truth is not real, how could joy speak to man? Both our postulates have the same fault it would seem, Who’s the author of space-time or God, And what entity gave rise to all we encounter? I’d swear it's not me! (But I’ve always been odd.) Brian Johnston April 6, 2017

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