13 February 2013
Two opposites
Met in an incision of life; One truth, and one lie Birthed from one decision I tried
Not to make, but was destined To always have to: Is God real And does God exist?
I tried hard to resist the temptation Of an atheist and just say; 'Jack, Think like a scientist and examine
The Evidence in this; no proof, No physical explanations, no Reliable documentation (the bible?)
Only faith'. But faith in me is seesaw Is able to be unbalanced by my Spiritual weight measured in Age times
Experience times Memory. No.1: I Saw a ghost. Really. Years ago, a little boy, and someone else saw it with me
No.2: my grandad, who was the least Spiritual person you could ever meet, Saw my grandma shortly after she died
No.3: My dad, who died when I was ten, Made himself known to me when I was Fourteen. That's when I stopped praying
Lost all thoughts of He. Happy in the Knowledge of others just Being. But here is the decision I made;
God exists for those who believe, For those who don't, He doesn't and Is happy to be simply an opposite:
Opposites resist each other, but Attract each other impossibly; Belief <> Non Belief, one truth
One lie, and you and I happy to be Simply an opposite living our lives Resisting and attracting each other
In equal amounts, an equation Balanced beautifully by the impossibility Of life.
Two Opposites • Opuss № I