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DAY AND NIGHT

 

With their nightly story completed and a kiss placed upon her head

“Mommy, I have question.” the young girl said as her mother tucked her into bed.

 

What is it sweetheart?” Her mom asked stopping before turning out her light

“I was wondering why did God create the day and follow it with night?”

 

Her mom sat upon her bed thinking, “I’m not sure why God chose day and night to interweave, and I can’t speak for God…but here’s what I believe.”

 

“Although night and day share many things…their differences run deep…perhaps God gave us the day to work and play….and the night so we can sleep.”

 

“I believe God knew what she was doing when she put night and day on the same team….perhaps during the day she meant for us to dance….and during the night for us to dream.”

 

“The night, while we are sleeping, is when our dreams come peeking through…the day, when we’re awake, is when we make those dreams come true.”

 

She can’t be sure how much her daughter understood or even if she thought her words were wise but she did notice a smile touch her daughter’s lips as sleep slowly closed her eyes.

 

“Good night little one.” She said as she kissed her forehead before turning off the light.  “Now that your day is over it’s time to enjoy your night.”

 

“May your sleep be a peaceful one…may only sweet dreams come peeking through…and tomorrow…if you need me I’ll be here to help those dreams come true.”

 

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THIS MAY SEEM ODD

I’m going to reveal a fact about myself some of you may find odd…

It’s that I am not religious…but I do believe in God.

 

My God has given me a brain, a heart, a soul and encourages me to use them…

She knows unless I use them often there’s a good chance I will lose them.

 

And my brain and heart and soul are telling me my feelings aren’t absurd…

as the line between the God I know…and some religions…have been blurred.

 

Blurred by men and women who take God’s words and in His name create…

a religion they think is absolute…and thus discriminates.

 

Then other men and women create different religions….here’s where things get odd…

as we end up with a myriad of religions and just as many Gods.

 

And my God is okay with that….if it helps people find peace and love and grace…

but She has witnessed from the beginning of time…this hasn’t always been the case.

 

He’s seen the world He created become segregated an oftentimes He’s bereaved

by unaccepting and unforgiving religions and the un-Godly things that they believe.

 

She’s not quite sure what went wrong…but she knows it’s a little odd

when people use their religion and hate others…and do so in the name of God.

 

I certainly don’t have all the answers…even my God knows I’m flawed…

but let me introduce you to my non-religious God.

 

Before I begin let me apologize…although my God can be quite gracious…

She has a lot to say…and He can be loquacious.

 

My God does not sit upon a mountain top…or on a throne high in the sky…

She is not waiting to judge me…the moment that I die.

 

My God resides within my heart…He helps to calm my soul…

He walks beside me on my journey…but lets me be in control.

 

My God advises, supports and helps to guide me down my path…

I certainly stand in awe of Her…but I do not fear Her wrath.

 

My God believes in faith…and His prophecies aren’t grim

because He has as much faith in me…as I have faith in Him.

 

My God believes in hope…She’s not the voice of doom

for is it not hope in the seedling…that allows the rose to bloom?

 

My God believes in charity…He knows the key in how we live…

is not how much we take from life…but…how much we give.

 

Most of all may God believes in love…She knows love lights the way…

and She cares not if I am straight…or bi…or lesbian…or gay.

 

My God does not discriminate by the color of one’s skin…

and He certainly doesn’t care if I am young or old…or tall or fat or thin.

 

My God does not see differences in man or womankind…

She loves each person equally…in that way…my God is blind.

 

My God does not choose vengeance…He hasn’t the capacity to hate…

It is some men and women, through their religions…who judge and desecrate.

 

My God’s heart is replete with sorrow…Her soul is filled with shame

when people degrade, and maim and murder…and do so in Her name.

 

My God feels agony…I know how he abhors…

when people use Him as a reason to fight…and call it a Holy War.

 

For my God knows no war is holy…and she wishes they would cease.

She prays for the day we use Her name and live in Holy Peace.

 

No matter what people call their God…I know my God is sad

when they praise Him for the good in life…and blame Him for the bad.

 

My God is oftentimes confused and certainly perplexed

when people think She controls what happens in this world and the next.

 

My God understands good and evil are both a part of life…I think this makes Him wise

He knows everyone can find happiness…and he knows everybody dies.

 

My God has given me the ability to decide what is right and what is wrong

She expects me to make mistakes..for she knows my journey’s long.

 

But there is nothing in this world that would bring a broader smile to my God’s face

than knowing everyone He has created tries to leave this world a better place.

 

So there you have it…although long-winded…why I don’t think it odd

That I put less faith in any one religion…and more faith in my God

 

 

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A VISIT WITH MY GOD

I took a moment visit my God today…

I don’t usually do this…but I got down on my knees to pray.

 

I wanted to ask him…or her…

(I use both, I believe, correctly

because in all my visits with my God…

he or she has never answered me directly).

 

At any rate, I had things I wanted…things I’d like to see..

wishes I thought important…

I hoped my God would grant for me.

 

As I was about to open my mouth…

about to give my God my speech

my mind was filled with memories 

of the students I used to teach.

 

There before me...swimming in my mind, 

my students were everywhere..

Autistic students, blind ones, ones with seizures…

and students in wheel chairs.

 

And swimming right behind my students…

this was really quite a feat

were children and people I did not know…

who had no homes, or food to eat.

 

I saw many people in pain, crying,

I know not the reasons why

but they seem to have more troubles than me 

as I watched them floating by.

 

Suddenly my mind went blank 

and I forgot what I had started praying for

as the troubles that I thought I had…

didn’t seem as troublesome anymore.

 

And so still on my knees with my head bowed 

as I visited my God today

it was for all these other people 

that I began to pray.

 

And I hope my God is happy 

as my prayers up to her or him soar…

smiling and proudly nodding his or her approval…

knowing that’s what prayers are for?

 
 
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WHERE GOD RESIDES

God means so many different things to so many different people 

whether you worship in a mosque, a synagogue or pray under a steeple.

 

Many struggle their whole lives looking to find a way

to understand who their God is and what he or she is trying to say.

 

For proof of a God look around you, look to all creations on this Earth…

the flowers that bloom, the rain that falls, the miracle of childbirth.

 

Look to the birds that fly, the winds that blow, look to the changing ocean tides

I think wherever you find innocence and beauty that’s where God resides.

 

I’m reminded of a story about a doctor who in a hospital one day

had a heart attack, fell to the ground, and in that same instant passed away.

 

His son, also a doctor, tried but couldn’t get his father’s heart re-beating

(How often we are reminded that life is nothing if not fleeting.)

 

The son was having a hard time coping with the sudden loss of his dad

as he tried hard to fight the bitterness that came with being sad.

 

He was doing rounds one afternoon and walked up to a young boy’s bed

“You look so sad,” the young boy observed, “is that because you’re father’s dead?”

 

The doctor bristled at the innocence of this boy who recently turned seven.

“He must have been a really good doctor.” The boy remarked, 

“For God to call him up to Heaven.”

 

The doctor looked at the boy who seemed to be enjoying their little chat.

“I hadn’t ever thought about it, Billy, tell me, what makes you think that?”

 

“Well, God must have been pretty sick that day…I imagine he was feeling pretty bad…

and even with all the doctors he has in Heaven…that day…he chose your dad.”

 

The doctor smiled as he felt himself emerging from his gloom…

Smiled…as he felt the presence of his God within that room.

 

Smiled at the beauty and the innocence of a little boy who guides…

Smiled as he was reminded where his God resides.

 
 
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MY GOD

You may think I am peculiar…you may think me a little odd

when I still say I am not religious but I do believe in God.

 

So let me share with you for a moment…a few qualities I’ve compiled

Of my god…the one I’ve been praying to…since I was but a child. 

 

My God is not prejudiced…not bigoted…my God does not discriminate

My God is a God of Love and sharing…my God will never not hate.

 

My God sees the differences in all of us…and these difference my God lauds

My God even gets along…with all the other Gods.

 

My God is a God of hope and faith…not a God of doom

My God instills that hope in every seedling…and has faith that every flower will bloom.

 

My God believes in charity, he knows the key for people to live

Is not in how much they take in life...but how much they give.

 

My God believes in love…knowing love shall light the way

My God cares not if I am straight, or Bi, or lesbian or gay.

 

My God knows no war is holy and like me prays for them to cease

My God believes in kindness…my God believes in peace.

 

My God has given me the ability to decide what is right and what is wrong

My God knows I’ll make mistakes for he knows my journey’s long.

 

My God only asks that I show kindness and treat everyone the same

so when I die people will smile at the mere mention of my name.

 

For nothing in this world would bring a broader smile to my God’s face

than knowing everyone my God created would leave this world a better place.

 

As you may surmise from this list of qualities I’ve compiled

The God whom I still pray to…is the God I prayed to as a child.

 

If you think that makes me peculiar

If you think that makes me odd

know I am oddly, peculiarly happy

In the comfort of my God.

 

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PROTECTION

In the middle of a pandemic every time that she was asked

She said, “My God will protect me!”…and so she did not wear a mask.

 

Still the virus overtook her and her friends and family cried

as her breathing slowly stopped

and eventually…she died.

 

She arrived at the gates of her Heaven 

feeling frustrated, confused and admittedly…a little odd

“Why didn’t you protect me?” was the question she asked her God.

 

“I sent so many angels to you,” her God shrugged,

“each angel with a mask and willing to share it…

but every time they offered…

you refused to wear it.”

 

 

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IF I WAS GOD FOR A DAY

Sometimes when the world saddens me

at night when I fold my hands to pray

I like to think how things would be quite different

If I was God…for a day.

 

The first thing I’d do is eliminate hate

I’d throw everyone’s hate away

I’d replace all their hate with love

If I was God…for a day.

 

With love in our hearts we’d accept everyone

we meet along the way

no matter how different they seem to us…

If I was God…for a day.

 

If I was God…for a day.

Everyone would grow up healthy, safe, secure and well fed

We’d all live long and happy lives 

and die peacefully in our beds.

 

I’m sure there’d be more to do

more problems to face along the way

but this seems like a great place to start

If I was God…for a day.

 

Of course this will most likely never happen

I may never get to be God for a day

but at least it gives me something to hope for

at night…when I fold my hands to pray.



THE GOD I'VE COME TO KNOW

When I see people using God as a way to discriminate…

as a reason for their prejudice…their bigotry and hate

I am filled with sorrow and my heart is filled with woe

as I wonder how it is their God can differ so much

From the God I’ve come to know.

 

The God I know is a God of love…

a God of Kindness…

a God of care

The God I know treats everyone the same…

every creature…

everywhere.

 

The God I know does not hate…

not me…

not them…

not you.

Which makes me wonder… 

why, in God’s name…so many people do?

 

I have one wish when I see people who…

in God’s name…seeds of hatred sow

I would love to introduce them

to the God I’ve come to know.


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DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD?

“Mommy, do you believe in God?” The daughter asked as she nestled in her bed.

After tucking her in and kissing her cheek.

“I do.” Her mother said.

 

“Have you ever seen God?” Her daughter asked.

Her mother shook her head.

“But you still believe there is one?

“I do.” Her mother said.

 

Sensing her daughter’s confusion her mother sat upon the bed.

“So is God a man or a woman?” Her daughter asked.

“Yes.” Her mother said

 

“It all comes down to one word.” Her mother continued

As her daughter sat up in bed.

They looked into her each other’s eyes

“It’s called faith.” Her mother said.

 

“Faith is believing in something you cannot see

It’s not knowing but still moving ahead…

I know right now it’s hard to grasp

but you’ll understand some day.” She said.

 

“And God,” her mother continued, “is not a particular person 

It’s whoever you create within your head..

The God you talk and pray to

can be a man or a woman.” She said.

 

They talked a little more about God

Until her daughter nodded off in bed…

The mother kissed her once more on her cheek

“Sleep tight my love.” She said.

 

“What took you so long.” Her husband asked

When she finally came to bed….

“Tomorrow,” his wife smiled as she kissed him.

 

“You put your daughter to bed.


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