Flawed Almighty

Say my name with every prayer

Close your eyes and I am there

Remember me on your knees

I am the one you’re born to please

I am your God the one, the true

With all the vices I forbid in you

Know your place! Question not!

Give me the only life you’ve got

Put no other before me

Forsake the now for eternity

The Divine, especially in a religious context, is often portrayed as vengeful, jealous, greedy, and forbidding.  In other words, with characteristics unbecoming of a holy person, let alone a supreme being. This, I believe, is mankind projecting its own flaws onto the universal parent figure, namely God.  

The above poem was written from the perspective of such a God.  It was not intended to offend (though it surly will) but to show how hypocritical such a view of the Divine is. For how can the divine expect of us what it itself is unable to achieve?

Some might argue that the Supreme Being is above its own laws. I am, however, willing to bet that they would also claim (though less vehemently) that we were created in the image and likeness of God. Does that mean that we are likewise above the laws of God? Or that we should strive to rise above our own often flawed nature? And, if so, should we not also hold our views of God to a higher standard?

 

Seasonal Clothes

I would wear summer if I got too cold

I would wear winter if I got too hot

I would wear autumn if I wanted to strip

And spring if undecided

And spring if undecided

 

Modern Poetry

Classical poetry was a symphony

A ballet where every movement was timed

And every word knew it’s place

Modern poetry is a free for all

A rock concert with stage-divers

And mosh pits, breaking out in the crowds

Inevitably, someone in the stands lights a fire

And starts throwing chairs into it,

Claiming it is part of the poem

Feedback blasts all over the place

Instruments are smashed to bits on stage

And rioting and the looting

Are likewise part of the poem

So is the streaking

And the sex out in the open

While the conductors baton is rising and falling

To this new music made without a sound

Goldfish Memory

Your name is gone the second it is uttered

And to ask it again now would be more embarrassing

Than admitting I forgot it latter

Hopefully someone within earshot will say it

Before I have to address you directly

Meanwhile I will call you you,

Hope you don’t catch on,

And hardly pay attention to what you are saying 

As I try to recollect the name

That I wasn’t listening to in the first places

Assured it must be swimming somewhere in my mind

Like a goldfish in a bowl

 

When I Am Old

When my beard is long and white

And I make people repeat themselves

To the point of shouting

I would like to say things that matter

And leave behind small talk

And observations drained of humour

I would prod you with my inevitable walking stick

Should you mention the dull weather

And yank you by the neck with its crook

Should your ears fail to hear to drink

From the well of my knowledge

Which will be as deep as space

And home to as many stars

I would also like to be a burden

To get in the way

To slow people down

To shout obscenities at parties

And drink too much

Perhaps strip naked

Get the other guests recoiling

And shacking their heads

And turning away their children

I know the toddlers would accept me

They who still feel at home in their own skin

They who have yet to learn

Everything it took me so long to forget

Depression

I can’t remember when I stopped singing
When my throat dried up and issued
Only words like coughs
When I fell out of time with life’s rhythm
All I know is that others are dancing
And I am not
I am still in the dips
And whirls of movement
I am the counterpoint to sound
The hum of absolute silence
I am alone in this crowd
Alone in this bed beside you
I am divided in myself
Until there is no one in the mirror
No one that I recognise
And I cannot bring myself to speak
Let alone sing
It is not that I cannot pick up the rhythm
Or that I like this dark corner
It is the weight of this inertia
It is the fear of losing this static shuffle
In a leap

The Ocean

Ever do the oceans move

Never do they sleep

Ever do their motions soothe

Save in the stormy deep

Ever do the tides pull

To shore or far away

Ever are the oceans full

Under star or day

It matters not who you are

Or your earthbound name
The ocean calls us back to her

Back to where we came

The Ominmind

The divine has a part in everything

It feels through the trembling of flowers

It sees through grids of insect eyes

As fish it inhales water

And synchronises the swimming schools

All unknowing share the omnimind 

That sees through everything

The hears through everything

That smells through every nostril

That holds its memory in the rings of tree stumps

And the shape of crystals

To think it has seen everything I have seen

And heard every sound that spiralled through my eardrums

Is disconcerting

Yet it accepts every part of itself

And considers none the lesser for what it has done

In my clearest moments I touch its memory

Where both the past and future lie buried

Like ancient artefacts waiting to be excavated   

The Snake

It’s womb was a black hole

Nay a white hole

That expels rather than impels 

The egg looked like a moon

Adrift beyond the orbits

A solar system trembled

When the egg cracked

And the great serpent silvered

Into the darkness

As a baby it coiled

Round the rings of Saturn

And struck at meteors

Fully grown it dislocated its jaw

And swallowed the sun

The luminous lump moved through its body

Shinning light between its scales

Once the sun had been digested,

The snake hissed solar flares

Into the empty regions of space

Its shed skin is often mistaken

For a new constellation

To this day, it glows burning white

And leaves a glittering trail

Through the universe

Proof of God

20150325_190006The concept of God (or whatever name you’d prefer to call the Almighty) has been debated since we first learnt to argue. There have been arguments to affirm God’s existence, which I am in no way trying to do. And there have been arguments aimed at disproving the idea of a supreme being, which likewise falls outside the scope of this article. What we are dealing with here is not whether God exists or not, but whether there is any way to prove the existence of an almighty God.

 

Before we go on, we need to establish what is meant by the word God – at least in the context of this article- as the term means different things to different people. I am using the word God, in the Almighty and infinite sense of the word: a Supreme Being and creator of all existence. I would like to emphasise that this is not an attempt to prove God’s existence, so atheists please bear with me. Many believe that the birth of science meant the death of God. That in light of recent discoveries – such as the big bang and evolution – a belief in God is nothing but superstition. But, is it really?

 

Today we know that a massive explosion, commonly known as the big bang, created our universe. But what, might I ask created the big bang? And what created the singularity before the big bang? And even if we figure out what created the singularity then what created that? And so it can go on and on, infinitely. And that is the point.

 

Even if we trace creation back to a single point, which some scientists claim to have already done, then surely the question of what created creation or the creator still lingers.

 

Infinity as described in the Oxford Dictionary is being infinite, boundlessness. The best way to understand this concept is to take a mathematical example: no matter how high you can count, you can always add another number onto the end and therefore keep counting into eternity. In the same way, we might be able to prove where the universe came from, yet fail to prove where the phenomenon that created the universe came from.

 

The scope of science, unless it has changed while I wasn’t looking, only deals with subjects that can be tested and measured. The point is, that if an almighty God does exist then such a God, being infinite in nature (in other words immeasurable), is beyond the scope of science.

 

Again, I am not arguing for the existence of God, merely illustrating that an infinite God’s existence cannot be ruled out by scientific means. Unless, of course, the scientific community broadens its methods to include discoveries that fall beyond the scope of what can be tested and measured. Not that I think this is a good idea, as the scientific method at least offers a criteria.

 

All that I am doing is admitting my ignorance. I do not say that God does not exist all because I know – according to modern science – that the big bang and evolution do. Thus, the question of God’s existence remains open and may never be closed. In the mean time though, isn’t it practical for both sides to admit the obvious: that if God does exist there is no way to prove it, and even if God does not exist there is no way to prove that either.

 

The above article has already been publsihed on www.alteye.co.za under the name God of Philosophy