We have our divine explanations,
To explain our personal revelations,
Which reveal our very spiritual foundations,
That can get us out of all kinds of situations.
We simply love our theological musings,
That provide us with the perfect solutions,
In order that we may tie everything up nice and neat,
With our final resolutions.
We adore our idolatrous clarifications,
And really enjoy pondering our philosophical representations,
While we bow down before our conceptual creations,
And worship what we conjure up in our holy imaginations.
We don’t really want to think about all the inconsistencies,
And most certainly not about the baffling mysteries,
Of all his mind blowing conflicting identities,
Because we like to believe we understand all the intracies.
We reduce him to a reflection of human rationality,
Never owning up to our finitude or inability,
Refusing to face the obvious inaccessibility,
Because we don’t want to admit the utter impossibility.
We feel better if we believe our doubts and uncertainty,
Are just a stop on the way to spiritual maturity,
We like to babble on and on assuredly,
About comprehending atonement and heavenly eternity.
Our religion has become a science that places God within a realm of reason,
As if we could predict his coming and going the way we do a season,
We know and our knowledge just keeps increasing,
After all, being right is just so damn pleasing.
Now I’m not saying we should abandon our exploration,
Remaining silent doesn’t equal ending the conversation,
Transformative silence is a sacred and subversive vocation,
I mean, think about it – if it’s about God, should it be a 3 point presentation???