People love to speak for God. They claim to know his will, sense his presence, even hear his voice. I am not one, nor will I ever be. God to me is just a name, an idea to which I do not subscribe.
But I do think this. If there is a God, he has far bigger problems than who people choose to love and how often they do not give him thanks.
The world, if you have not noticed, is hardly a happy, loving place right now. Religions are at war with each other, as they always are, but they have dragged secular issues into battle this time. Women's rights, to name one. People are closing themselves off from each other, preferring to read the words on screens like this one than to hear them from one another. They hide behind these screens to spout off the most atrocious garbage on Earth and their words are no longer limited to the people they know. These screens reach out to everywhere and the world can see the narrow mindedness of the people writing on them.
Do not say I am one of them. I am writing on a screen very few people will see, simply because very few people care about what I have to say. I write poetry about the autumn, about the snow, things so pointedly not like this few people bother to read. I do not want them to read it. I want to say it somewhere.
God has enormous problems. Religions fighting each other is one thing but a man shooting up an elementary school, killing children, that is something else. What has this world come to, if that is what can happen when we send our children off to school?
I will not pretend I know best or I have experienced the worst. But this I truly know: something must change and because God has not interceded, we, the people here on Earth, must do something.
