OH, GOD!

I do not understand a God whose fixed Iron & will

Degrees that faithful followers must hurt and maim and kill.

I do not understand a God who twists the heart and mind,

Demanding slavish duties from the blind, led by the blind.

A God who’s quick to take offence, to blame, to hold a grudge.

Bereft of all compassion and a swift and cruel judge.

A God like that could only spring from mans poor little brain,

Obsessed with power and progress, and all things trite and vain.

Ignoring simple truths which hall the sacred writings hold,

That love alone unlocks the code, which turns the base to gold.

So man must make his destiny, be that for good or ill,

For he accepted long ago a precious gift, Free Will.

To walk the path of vengeance and bigotry and blood,

And hell-fire and damnation, famine, fire and flood.

Or else to take the upward road, which sets the self apart,

And leads us through understanding, to loves creative heart.

If we could just aspire to be, as God like as we can,

Instead of making the divine, resemble paltry man.

Then perhaps, and only then, would wars and conflicts cease,

And earth draw breath and sing at last, Of universal Peace.

Tricia Sturgeon