Persuasion, argument and debate are an art
I pursued in my younger years
Because everyone seems to be doing it
And I thought those who does it well
Have their opinions published, influence and be read by many.
The Da Vinci Code
God is not Great
Sophie's World
The Godhood Project
The Gospel According to Jesus [a ridiculous fiction]
What awards.
What arguments.
What theories.
What have these accomplished,
For themselves
And for others?
Imagine.
An ant yelling his point.
Another ant saying,
There is no god.
God is not great.
Even nature can kill him.
Tell me who, then, is great.
*
I was my own god.
I knew God exists.
But I didn't want Him to be my god.
I tasted the splendour of Light,
Even the intensity of it.
My years of darkness hates it.
A thought tells me
It's not for me.
Another whispers
I have no place in this Light.
And an avalanche of reasons
Depresses me away from Him.
Like Vladimir Nabokov had written
'...deep down the raging desire
bewildered shadows conferred.'
My weakness cries out for what is genuine.
I am tired of the god that I am,
For how great can I be,
When I struggle only sinking deeper.
I am tired of the god that anybody tries to write or show that he is,
What is the best that they can do for my soul?
Only many times,
Vandalising it, or
Puffing up useless hopes.
I am intimidated by the masks of people.
I am appalled by the impenetrable wilderness of books after books
Of manmade confusion.
I don't matter anymore.
Nobody matters at all.
No, not even our thoughts.
They have been noise,
An incessant unrest and war in my life.
I need something bigger than this world.
I need to press in to the Light,
Even if it blinds my eyes,
I will plunge into it.
Of course,
There is a price to pay.
I paid my youth in the jungle of pride,
Only to know later
I was only stupid to think I was better off from the glare of Light.
When I was hurt,
Did darkness cry with me?
Did it comfort me?
It never did.
But I remember Light did.
It did, and how much I miss it.
I'd pay, then, with anything.
I'd give every reason,
Any one,
To be in it.
I'd give my life for it.
What is my life,
What is my time,
What is Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday?
What is my birthday,
2008, 2009,
My deathdate,
My 60minutes, my 1second?
Afterall,
None.
Not a milisecond was made by me,
None, then, is mine.
They belong to Him.
He made them.
And He gave it to me.
He didn't take it back,
Even when I turned my back on Him.
This reason,
I live for Him.
I want,
I love,
To make it His.
This reason,
I will continue giving to those He loves,
The ones around
And the ones who are not,
And the ones who doesn't want to, yet.
Above all,
He is my only reason.
What is your reason?
*
I pursued in my younger years
Because everyone seems to be doing it
And I thought those who does it well
Have their opinions published, influence and be read by many.
The Da Vinci Code
God is not Great
Sophie's World
The Godhood Project
The Gospel According to Jesus [a ridiculous fiction]
What awards.
What arguments.
What theories.
What have these accomplished,
For themselves
And for others?
Imagine.
An ant yelling his point.
Another ant saying,
There is no god.
God is not great.
Even nature can kill him.
Tell me who, then, is great.
*
I was my own god.
I knew God exists.
But I didn't want Him to be my god.
I tasted the splendour of Light,
Even the intensity of it.
My years of darkness hates it.
A thought tells me
It's not for me.
Another whispers
I have no place in this Light.
And an avalanche of reasons
Depresses me away from Him.
Like Vladimir Nabokov had written
'...deep down the raging desire
bewildered shadows conferred.'
My weakness cries out for what is genuine.
I am tired of the god that I am,
For how great can I be,
When I struggle only sinking deeper.
I am tired of the god that anybody tries to write or show that he is,
What is the best that they can do for my soul?
Only many times,
Vandalising it, or
Puffing up useless hopes.
I am intimidated by the masks of people.
I am appalled by the impenetrable wilderness of books after books
Of manmade confusion.
I don't matter anymore.
Nobody matters at all.
No, not even our thoughts.
They have been noise,
An incessant unrest and war in my life.
I need something bigger than this world.
I need to press in to the Light,
Even if it blinds my eyes,
I will plunge into it.
Of course,
There is a price to pay.
I paid my youth in the jungle of pride,
Only to know later
I was only stupid to think I was better off from the glare of Light.
When I was hurt,
Did darkness cry with me?
Did it comfort me?
It never did.
But I remember Light did.
It did, and how much I miss it.
I'd pay, then, with anything.
I'd give every reason,
Any one,
To be in it.
I'd give my life for it.
What is my life,
What is my time,
What is Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday?
What is my birthday,
2008, 2009,
My deathdate,
My 60minutes, my 1second?
Afterall,
None.
Not a milisecond was made by me,
None, then, is mine.
They belong to Him.
He made them.
And He gave it to me.
He didn't take it back,
Even when I turned my back on Him.
This reason,
I live for Him.
I want,
I love,
To make it His.
This reason,
I will continue giving to those He loves,
The ones around
And the ones who are not,
And the ones who doesn't want to, yet.
Above all,
He is my only reason.
What is your reason?
*
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