I hate when I say,
Wow, God is the ultimate artist,
As if there were a bunch of people with whom He can be compared to…,
Who can be compared to God…?
Picasso..? Houdini…? Kerouac…? Thomas Wolfe…?
Is God not Art Himself…?
Art came from God, didn’t it…?
Poetry came from God… It resounds like an unheard echo in all nature,
the evening chirps of departing birds, the soothing texture of the evening skies,
the delicious trickling of brooks, the sinking warmth that rugged, yet green hills provide,
He who knows the intricate secrets of our hearts , has created for us a world that we destroy,
by our dreams of houses, companies and profits.
What man creates … Lingers on in history,
Treasured by those for whom it opened doors hidden in their own heart,
Appreciated by those who feel like they can never accomplish such a task,
But what a feeble creation… For a man to create what he has created,
it took him his whole life… God did it in just 6 days.
He created the deep and incredible life that we enjoy,
the joys that we can find,
the happiness that we enjoy…
He created our hearts… Everything that there is to know in this world ,
He created it but Why then are we pretending like we know it all…?
Humanity wishes to write its own history,
but humanity cannot create itself,
and so our versions of history are actually our means of coping in a big, mysterious Universe that just screams that there is a creator.
I hate how silent God is sometimes,
because, I… I can hear the echo of suspense,
He is not rejecting me,
I don’t perceive isolation or alienation,
Because it is not in His nature to abandon His own,
But I can’t bear Him being away from me,
I can’t help but cry out,
Because I need Him so dearly in my life,
I can’t do without Him, every minute, every moment,
and every second, my sanity depends on His closeness to my life.
But I am a wretch, a failure when it comes to treasuring the good things,
I know only to destroy, I know how to be careless, self centered, egomaniacal and selfish.
I can’t live with those types of attitudes within myself,
and I react greatly when I see them in others,
I don’t want to be who I want to be,
I want to be like God, I want to express that perfect love that does not require my obedience, or my humility, or greatness,
I know that God loves me despite who I am, and Who I sometimes can be,
I only want this whole life to be about one thing only, to be worthy of Him and to understand what He wishes for me.