This is how God is made
Why should the God who made the world
decide to hide?
What need for secrecy?
Great minds can simple be and that’s for sure;
it is our malady.
Great minds entangled in the mesh of time
and disillusioned with the God of old,
confused, have traded God for chance,
upending the old pyramid of thought
to balance it upon its point.
It may be clever but it will not stand.
It’s likely true that only a most inefficient God
would take some fifteen thousand million years
to bring us to our present pass.
But it’s less plausible by far to any honest mind
that matter undirected
with only random movement as its aid
can substitute for God.
Blind chance is blind, not one to lead the way,
not one to see the way when way there is.
Great minds that cannot see the trees for wood
(or how all evil in the end concedes to good
not vanquished by the armies of the Lord
but trivialised, time after time,
by endless, tedious repetition),
must surely simple be.
What better way to spend the time than making God?
From each of us so little good -
but only good endures;
all that is evil dies as it is born.
This is the verdict men must fear.
The good men do lives after them, all else,
the greed and spite, the lust and the despair,
the little failures and the great betrayals,
all, however noxious, all, all forgiven,
not out of kindness or divine compassion
they are without significance
of no account
dissolved like mist before the rising sun.
This is the judgement all must fear,
the ever-lasting damnation of the lost-for-ever opportunity,
of most of each of us.
This is the meaning of death.
This is how good conquers evil.
This is how love redeems.
This is how God is made.