Tell Me

Non Believer: I have heard, others talk about your god He doesn't sound like a god I wish to know Sitting in heaven high on his throne While I'm left to suffer here all alone Guilty of sins for which I must atone I've called those television evangelists on the phone Put my hands on the screen, as they gave god praise Was that him working in mysterious ways? They say he created everything in just six days No wonder he needed a day of rest He must be more exhausted with all the sins being confessed? I myself could keep him busy for over a year You can't imagine what's on my chest It goes even deeper compacted and pressed So why? I ask why Why do I need a god of fairy tales Hung on a cross with nails Him who is righteous and me who always fails Tell me? Yes tell me I really want to know Believer: I too would not want to know that god Distant sitting on a throne While we suffer all alone Burdened by sins for which we can't atone Confessing to some fraud on a telephone I will let others sing their false praises With their religiosity and New Age Crazes Repeating pseudo wise lines and rehearsed phrases Placing unsuspecting seekers in guilded cages I sit here and wonder What is there for me to tell? I have no magic spell God isn't a product to sell Let others try to argue and yell I cannot convince you what to feel You believing in God doesn't make Him real He has always exisisted Deeper than any feeling Not just a fairytale Abstract and appealing He says "Come to me all you who are weary" A God of compassion Not a "Big Bang Theory" Because I know Jesus I'm thankful and teary He has answers to question's that can't be answered by "Siri" It's hard understanding a God you don't know When you feel tossed by life's waves to and fro Reach out your hand, my God won't let go Look in my eyes See God's reflection With his heart I witness your perfection You are not some evolutionary collection Formed from cosmic dust or random selection You are Loved that's why Jesus died for you His love intimate Freely given and true Unearnable by things you think you have to do He patiently knocks at your door and waits for you if you open the door you will believe in Him too I speak from my heart and these words are true Non Believer: We each have our own truth is what I believe Yours is original sin, Adam and Eve Yet your God is intimate as well One who Loved us even though we fell I'll keep my mind open and wait for a sign If he's real, perhaps one day He'll be mine Give me your book I'll read and test it line by line Perhaps the water in my veins Will turn into living wine When with the King I dine! Reposting after reading Miraj's thought provoking poem "In Search of God". This is a creative exercise between myself and my friend Eileen. I've chosen to take on the persona of a non believer who is questioning. I look forward to her response, it should make for an interesting conversation. I put Eileen on the spot with this one by posting it before she viewed it. Her creative process is different than mine and I should have respected that. Eileen sent me some soup mails with some creative ideas which I have weaved into my story. Thanks for the inspiration Eileen, we will take on another collaboration soon.