Perhaps to someone reading of child abuse, inequality, oppression, terror and war, the knowledge that there is someone, watching, with hands able to succour, watching -- perhaps that is the greatest crime.

Why are we not doomed from the start? Do we not all die, perish, wear down? Do we not live on an oasis smaller than the atom in the otherwise hostile space? Is not even this little oasis filled with fleas, ailments, poisons and other humans whom we tolerate with varying degrees of success? Perhaps suffering is not the whole of human nature -- perhaps it is just one its defining characteristics.

I doubt the act of creation is an act of love only; as history tells us, it can also be an act of despair.

Ah,rainwater. It might not be so always -- be it from human or volcanoes.

Why would individuality require flaws? Surely, a painter can choose to use a different colour without any flawing on the painting?

I say, the world is cruel and horrible -- to anything that lives, and even those not of the living bow down before entropy, be it embodied by erosion or nuclear decay. Perhaps it is not conscious of it; perhaps there is nothing to be done about it -- but before any kind with compassion, that never undoes its cruelty.

And I echo your sentiments: it is perhaps the future that sets us apart from any other known being.

Quite beautiful, I think. That is how I imagine the world to be. Your god, if I were to believe in one, would be mine. But your god has a weakness: he barely exists.

You say your god is where there is life, but that he waits where there is not. Why does he wait? You say he is life, but what is life? You say it does not have to be pain, suffering, or hardship, but surely any such notion is beyond meaning to a bacterium?

"To live of course." Why? This I cannot see. As artistic as we are as living beings, anyone having watched a few human lives learns the surprisingly dull end: we age, we die. It is our program. Only by changing our genes can we affect that. Yet entropy keeps increasing and, inevitably, we will break down. For a purpose to be -- the purpose 'to live' for instance -- "'There must be something more."

Why have we made pain? Only part of our pain is from our choices. Many creatures with a nervous system are able to feel something akin to pain, yet I doubt many of them choose. Deterioration awaits us, and we resist it, yet our gravestones suffer more beating from the rain than our bodies do. (Or maybe I am wrong: nowhere in the line back to my ancestors has life ever stopped) Pain is inconsiderate of our choices.

Why do say that god meant everyone to be aware? Why, despite the long history of life, are there no others? How can some other being reach awareness?

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Wow this is a nice poem, its very weel written. I was reading the reviews left by some people and cannot believe how people force their religious views on other!

I read something to the effect of "OMG I feel sorry for you coz my God is so real and you will go to hell, I feel so sorry for you"

I think people like that should get a life and stop hasseling others, how the hell do they know what awaits them in the afterlife?

I personally was raised a christian basically because i wanted to be like my friends at my catholic primary school. I went to a public high school however and was in the minority jsut for having a religion. It opened my eyes to other peoples beliefs, in fact a good freind of mine is a adamant atheist.

I still beleive in something I just dont know what, I jsut hate people crapping on about their religion (or non religion) to others, I do however like your belief.

Sorry for spewing all this at you, I jsut wanted to say what I though as i read it.

Have you noticed that most of the criticizing reviews are left anonomous? Wow, strange coincidence...
Beautifully written.

You are more wise than half the people on this site put together.

I'm guessing you're outside the Christian faith. If you mentioned that somewhere in your review section, I wouldn't know because I did not read. Anyway, this poems of yours are really well written, and the flow of each line is somewhat crude but it did justice to the poem... it was well-expressed that way.

I found you in the directory list of the Bible category. I couldn't just go without leaving a review because this poem was so interesting; most of your poems are.

Obviously, your beliefs/views are different from mines but you've given enough reason to make a stand for your faith. I won't clobber you with mine's because you delivered your point clearly. I respect that. Besides respecting your God and acknowledging He created you is sort of loving Him in some way.

As a side note, the sentimentalities sound so Islam to me. I have Islam kins and I'm a Muslim myself too; I often hear the same sentimentalities from them. I'm not saying you are; it might offend you if you're not. It's just this poem reminded me of them. Reminded me too that I should call them. :)

Good job. Keep writing.

~Bahaghari

Nice job on the poem, it is very well written I just have some comments on what it's about.
Do parents love their children? Does a father neglect his son, or a mother neglect her daughter? We are all children of God and he does not neglect us, though there are many he loves us all. That's just my two cents!

I liked this alot. It was beautiful, and held alot of emotion and feeling.

No, I'm not going to just disapear. I have still more to say to you. I didn't mean to sound harsh before. I cannot change your mind or your heart but it is my life and purporse as a Christian to share my faith with you.
Have you ever felt guilt when you do something wrong? That would be good 'cause it means that you have a functioning consience. Tell me, if God doesn't really care about us why would he care whether we do right or wrong? Why would he endow us with this conscience? It not only proves that God cares but also justifies a life after death. God wants us to do right because he loves us and wants what's best for us. What is best for us is loving him back, believing in him, knowing that his grace and love saved us and doing what is right. ("Faith is dead without works"—found somewhere in the book of James.) And why is that what is best for us? Because that is what will ultimately get us to heaven to be with God.
God gave us free will because he loves us. You can accept his love or you can disregard it. Right now, I want to give you a chance to recieve his love, to accept Jesus into your heart as Lord and Savior.
Talk to God. Maybe this is the first time you've done this but actually talk to him. He's there and listening. No matter what you've done, are doing, or are going to do, He loves you. Tell, Him that you're sorry, you want forgiveness, that you want Him in your life. When you're afraid you want Him to comort you and when you're alone you want him by your side. All you need to do is ask and He's there. He's like having a 24-hr hotline service to relieve you of your problems and stress. Haven't you ever needed someone and no one was there? It'll never happen again once Jesus is in your heart.
I hope what I have written has made it past your eyes and into your heart. I hope you deeply consider this before casting me aside as "just another Christian who's trying to change my life." I'm not doing this because I'm stubborn and I think I'm right and you're wrong. End of story. No, I'm doing this because I care. I care about you and your spiritual well fare. And God cares about you. I hope one day you'll remove this poem because you'll realize that God really does love you.
"I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I can finish the race and complete the task that the Lord Jesus has given me— the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace"Acts 20:24 Simply living is not my purpose, THAT is my purpose. You have one too and you have a beautiful gift of writing to pursue that purpose with.
"Whatever you do, do it for the glory of God."
I'm still going to pray for you. If this meant anything to you please E-mail me. Just look me up under my profile.

"Fiction" is the proper heading but "Fan" is not so appropriate a word. I cried as I read this, not for beauty or that I agree but because of how much God loves you and wants to save you, how much I want you to be saved. I was crying for YOU.
The God you speak of, "Your God," I'm sorry but there is no way for him to exist. Someone who does nothing but create, doesn't love or hate, serves no justice, cares nothing for the well being of his creations might as well be someone human. Can't we all create and yet are we God? God cannot be God without being supior to us, pure and perfect and loving. But you describe him as more lowly than ourselves, than all his creations.
"Who must earn the acceptance of your own God"— We do not earn his acceptance; he loves us no matter what we do.
"Who cannot embrace you with the imperfections"— God made us just like we are. He loves us for who we are. To him, there are no imperfections, only what men deem to be imperfect. So therefore we are all perfect and yet not so when compared to Him. It may be hard to understand or even uncomprehensible. But that's okay. If we understood God, He would no longer be God. You cannot pysco-annalyze him or spell him out in such a casual manner. Explaining God to his creations is like explaining yourself to your own creations. What is that chocolate chip cookie going to do when you tell him how you baked him? Or what's you're origomi going to say when you try to teach it Algebra? It's okay not to understand. It's how we were made. Just don't try to make stuff up so that you can justify your actions and beliefs. God is Love and therefore he loves us. He loves you. The God that doesn't is not God.
I'll pray for you tonight.
"Every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that Jesus is Lord."

Next time Jehovah's Witnesses come to your door, don't shove them away but talk to them. For those who said the bible was written by men, it was written by 40 men who were inspired by God to write down what is in the bible.

I'm not sure why... but this feels sad. I don't want to be a painting. I want to be a child with a loving Father who UNDERSTANDS. Understanding and Love, to me, are far better than an intellectual understanding of... uniqueness, I guess it would be. I want to strive, to become, yes, but not in splendid isolalion. Freedom is glorious, untill you hit the ground. Humans aren't meant to fly without wings.
Now, I'm not sure if you'd understand any of the above(I'm not sure I'M so clear on everything) only please know I mean no offence. I simply find your viewpoint incomprehensable. *sheepish shrug* I good at sums but I stink at deep thought. I think I'll leave this stuff alone for a while.

amazing.. amazing poem, i fell in love with it from the beginning and it's quite true. God isn't love. He just is.

Yes. Yes. YES! *This* is what I've been thinking about for ages. *This* is the sort of thing that I truly admire, agree with, that inspires me. I once wrote something almost *exactly* the same in my religious journal. So onwards I go!

*instant fav* This is very beautiful. I pity those who can't appreciate it.