Author: | Kelly Coughlin | ISBN: | 9781300660194 |
Publisher: | Lulu.com | Publication: | October 4, 2016 |
Imprint: | Lulu.com | Language: | English |
Author: | Kelly Coughlin |
ISBN: | 9781300660194 |
Publisher: | Lulu.com |
Publication: | October 4, 2016 |
Imprint: | Lulu.com |
Language: | English |
Can God's existence be proven? Is a special pedigree required for the task? It seems we are endowed with sufficient means: Intuition and common sense, Reasoning is of course a natural tool, Probability a justified rationale, And Imitation a way to verify our theories. Or do the Aspects Of The Creator appear to us, In a repertoire of traits, Envisaging a saintliness We are wise to assume? i've contemplated His Image in Virtue, His Majesty in Love, Grace and Mercy, His Being as existence itself, His Voice echoing in Truth. (Villainy, i found, is a shroud tailored by the will of man, Suffering, a patchwork of worldly attachment, And misfortune alas, is a pattern woven into freedom.) The proof resides in a farce i play—many of us play Stumbling headlong across life's stage, Into past and future scenes, Personifying anxiety and despair, Then falling into wantonness We tremble, at His Loss. His Immanence so utterly rejected The Emptiness is overwhelming.
Can God's existence be proven? Is a special pedigree required for the task? It seems we are endowed with sufficient means: Intuition and common sense, Reasoning is of course a natural tool, Probability a justified rationale, And Imitation a way to verify our theories. Or do the Aspects Of The Creator appear to us, In a repertoire of traits, Envisaging a saintliness We are wise to assume? i've contemplated His Image in Virtue, His Majesty in Love, Grace and Mercy, His Being as existence itself, His Voice echoing in Truth. (Villainy, i found, is a shroud tailored by the will of man, Suffering, a patchwork of worldly attachment, And misfortune alas, is a pattern woven into freedom.) The proof resides in a farce i play—many of us play Stumbling headlong across life's stage, Into past and future scenes, Personifying anxiety and despair, Then falling into wantonness We tremble, at His Loss. His Immanence so utterly rejected The Emptiness is overwhelming.