WHERE IN THE HELL IS GOD?
So, New Year’s Eve.
Atrocities around the world,
Mother Nature continuing to erupt
With little concern for life.
(What kind of mother is she?)
No miracles to bolster faith,
Only broken relationships,
Unthinkable personal traumas,
Losses of every sort and kind.
Can’t be a God.
But how could there not be?
Perhaps an inside discussion with yourself,
Or with your friends,
As you watch the year unwind itself,
The numbers tumbling from
The face of the clock into oblivion,
Into a history that no longer exists.
We will probably not find God
On a synaptic journey,
Poking around the amygdalan storehouse
Where our limiting mental models of reality
Fight for first place.
We will not find God trudging through
The cement of disillusionment, doubt
If we insist upon searching for
God in the left hemisphere,
We may find comfort in
Cause and effect,
But hardly the essence of Love
Who mysteriously plays the heart,
Beat by beat, like a faithful drum.
There is only one place
To find God. In the deepest caverns of
Our imagination, beyond the limiting
Synaptic connections of our knowing,
Beyond the short-sighted synaptic
Connections of our fantasies,
Perhaps even beyond our dreams.
Incomprehensible treasure is buried there,
Unthinkable even to Forbes.
It is here, in our imagination,
Where we can resolve the abhorrent,
The imagination is a quantum leap beyond
The lust for money and power,
The lust for religious righteousness,
Beyond even the lust for justice and morality.
Perhaps too close to insanity
For the comfort of many.
For some of us to reach
Our imagination, it will require
Passing through the perennial eye,
The eye of the needle,
Where all bets are off.
Einstein tells us our imagination exists
In infinity, where creation
Occurs and reoccurs.
Would you consider joining me here,
Where together in our imaginations
We can change the world?
It is here.
It is here where God lives.