The Children of God.

God is dead.
God is no more.
He is a memory from the past,
A long forgotten lore.
Yes, we are his creation,
A glimpse of his manifestation.
But it all came at a price,
No more shall he rise,
As he took his final stand,
He exploded into a Big Bang.
We didn’t kill God,
He died for us.

But, how would it have been,
Had God stuck around?
Would there be no more suffering?
Would there be unending joys?
Or maybe there’s a beauty in being sad,
Losing all that you ever had,
To start afresh again,
No fear of loss nor of pain.

Finding God, is it a thought too remote for humanity?

Without knowing what to look for,
Does that cross the threshold of sanity?
How are we to find a cosmic entity?
Without even knowing the magnitudes of its entirety.
Or maybe we’re not looking right.
He is not confined in time or space,
Not in music nor in prose,
He is the cosmos.

We are the children of God.

It’s time we breathe the freshness of clarity,
Let’s just take care of the world he created,
We are, after all, his legacy.