The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God
Gods of Man
In the days of yore, in distant times
Life was simple
Man was simple-minded
and his gods were simple, as well.
Life began with the light of day
and ended with the fall of night.
The light and the darkness were magical,
mysterious, awe-inspiring, and dreadful.
So, he made the sun his god
and the darkness his devil.
A little wiser, he made the graven images
to bow to, sacrifice and worship.
Then came the sly and savvy one
and he made god an anomaly,
a paradox and an enigma.
He made god like no one
and no one was like him.
He was nowhere and everywhere,
And yet he built magnificent
houses of worship and
installed idols of gods
and turned it into a thriving enterprise.
He spawned dos and don’ts…
And as a deterrent he engineered hell,
As an incentive he promoted heaven.
I did it my way
After I am dead and gone away
Let them say whatever they may,
Night to night and day after day
I have lived my life my own way,
A god of my own I created to pray
and my own devil I made to obey;
I will own all my sins at play
and vow all their wages to pay.
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