You’re a brilliant mind who can’t get himself around to taking the idea of the Divine

It’s beautiful clothes, adorable baby faces, stunning landscapes, memorable experiences

But not a father in heaven, or anywhere around

That somehow, is uncomfortable dictatorship

The problem must be in the understanding of the heavenly

Of directing courses, of masterminding, and of a feeling heart

Of justice, of reasonableness, of care for the simple things and of the grieving

But He’s not just the sledgehammer-bearing fierceness you spit upon

Except in final impenitence, where you’ve given Him no chance to love you in life

The world collapsing upon heads is a matter for able human hands to wrestle with

He, the Lord divine, has given us this mandate

Don’t you see the point?

You’re a grand-headed philosopher who loves to know much

Of the nature of everything that was, and is, and will ever be

But you will never think that all that is seen is held up by a great grand unseen

Never consider that all is fixed in place by a force intelligent

If you be truthful, you should confess humbly

That your dispute is not a matter of it being implausible

It is the consequence of it that you see as impermissible

What would become of your freedom, your privileges?

You will be at your armchair’s speculation’s best to pronounce life unordered

Do you imply pointless

Try telling that to the hungry, the grieved, the searching

Why not tell them to give up hope instead?

I say that it is not insensitive to provide succor to the sorrowful, the hunting and the haunted

Or to think of what our art, our trade, our investigations and our applications imply

If all finally rounds up to zero

Why create words, when they build up to create an empire of accounts

Expressing longings for eternity too great to suppress

To put down by the desire of fearful humanity

God is true, God is loving, God is worth-giving

God is the reason, our meaning

Life’s definition

That’s all.