Daft. Sometimes Old. More often than not, Gits (thanks to Neil for the title).
I don’t know for certain, what our origins are.
Of course I know, without a shadow of doubt,
that man builds houses
and invented the motor car
and is responsible for amazing advancements,
in the field of science.
But I look into the sky at night
and can be certain beyond sure,
no man past or present,
had anything to do with that.
He didn’t carve out the mountains with his JCB.
Nor did he fill up the seas, by turning on a tap.
One man will argue for the existence of God
and another will stand against him.
Whilst I believe in something more powerful than man,
I’m safe in my acceptance
that certain things are mysteries,
for which I loosely use the word, ‘God’.
For me, the unbending atheist and the religious nut,
are the dogs chasing tails.
God may not be a man with a big white beard.
Nor is he the bespectacled boffin in a lab.
I don’t need all the answers.Because with all the answers, I’d have no imagination.
© Paul David Hogan 2012