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Fear, Hope, and God

Stained glass at St John the Baptist's Anglica...

Stained glass at St John the Baptist’s Anglican Church http://www.stjohnsashfield.org.au, Ashfield, New South Wales. Illustrates Jesus’ description of himself “I am the Good Shepherd” (from the Gospel of John, chapter 10, verse 11). This version of the image shows the detail of his face. The memorial window is also captioned: “To the Glory of God and in Loving Memory of William Wright. Died 6th November, 1932. Aged 70 Yrs.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

God? What The hell is that?

“When I was a child, I played as a child and spoke as a child. Now that I am a man I have put away childish things.”


Believing in a god as an adult is not a childish act. If you ask me – it is merely an outcome of socialization. It is both a hope and a fear driven act.

The hope is to hold an idea of a much larger picture than what we believe about ourselves, purpose, meaning, and about reality.

The fear is to face the unknown without an omnipotent superhero to back us.

The childishness is pulling apart this toy named “God” in a tugging war with another inquiring mind.

As if either of us know anything.


We are all navigating the unknown…and, by our own devices.

The real mystery here, is happiness.

Is it not?


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Rythem of the Masses

And the masses sway to the popular song.
It would not matter if the lyricist were wrong.
The authority clasped in the illusion of a vote.

Told you had a voice.
Told you had a choice.

Lies spun of slick truths that miss the identity
of what would be a real case in point.
The aim drawn to fool.
The slight hand ever so faint.
If only one sought to ponder human affairs to date.

An aware public crafts an ominous device where the truth cannot slight.
If everyone closely examined our history there would not be much questioning.
Patterns of human nature course the veins of our evolution.

All the wasted potential following each hope of a spell or applauded saint.
Frozen by worship casting you to the lost and hoping.
At Jesus’ robe you are groping, yet his work told in counsel.

Slow student, you damage our world.
So …the deft leader crafts gods you can hold.
Dumb by the sight, the class taught in vein.
And of the miracles explained away?

Since when did magic make more sense than logical evaluation?
Any good teacher spoke on how to live, not mindless wit to give.
The planets held by forces bound by their own definition –
not Atlas, Zeus, or described in the book of Galations.

God is a comfort – not something that bears explanatory power.
I understand you need to comprehend, however…

I seek and have sought far beyond simple religion.
And I’ve graduated this spiritual kindergarten.

Pushing, pulling….shouting “MINE!”
only hurts the treasure you will find.

Intelligence is the metaphorical tree that will drive you out of the caged garden.

An apple eaten expels the tale.
And it becomes yours to tell.
What a burden to shoulder…

I say – better than a blind man’s somber.


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