CONSCIENCE

Peter Woodgate

One day God spoke to me

And I could clearly see,

Not outwardly, but deep within my soul.

My transgressions were laid bare,

As if for all to share

And confessing every sin was now my goal.

Oh, I had this strange belief

Almighty God was real, my chief,

And all before my eyes revealing him.

So, I trod religious routes

Wearing out so many boots

On the path to rid myself of every sin

But each denomination entered

Had a schism, was self-centred

And I questioned why these factions should occur,

Surely, He, who fashioned all,

Should have the final call

And faith not for diversity to stir,

Mankind, acutely flawed

Cannot be guided or assured

By a God that seems imperfect just like me.

It appears that god allows

So much pain on beaten brows

With death, destruction, grief, for all to see.

My blind faith has faded fast

And I fear it will not last,

Yet conversely, I see things that make me wonder,

The detailed structure and design

Of each creature down the line

A rainbow, lightning and almighty thunder.

I can’t believe it’s all by chance

That this earth has learnt to dance

Our existence then is open to suggestions.

If it’s true, God is our maker

And I should meet him at the crater

Then I'll beg answers to so many questions.

 

Copyright Peter Woodgate