A Poem

Here’s a poem by Ben Witherington III that I greatly appreciated.

 

We demand the evidence,

A clear and certain sign,

We show no bit of reticence

Ask God to please divine.

 

Here a little miracle,

Or there a stellar light

To shine upon our darkness

And give us all insight.

 

But what if God’s not hidden,

Not remote or too aloof,

What if we’re just blind

And cannot handle proof?

 

What if all the world’s a stage

And the play’s long been going on,

But we’re not paying attention

Or listening to the song?

 

What if the heavens shout ‘glory’

And the rocks and all the trees

But we’re too damn distracted

To fall down on our knees?

 

What if believing leads to seeing

Not the other way around,

What if believing’s our 3-D glasses

To see the more profound.

 

In a world of truth decay

We perish for lack of hope

We settle for compensation

For that which helps us cope.

 

A visionary person

Is one who believes the most,

She sees the path before her,

But she trusts the Holy Ghost.

 

If you ignore all the evidence,

Then you cannot handle proof,

Only open hands receive it,

Only open minds find truth.

BW3 2/17/07 (Ben Witherington III)

3 thoughts on “A Poem

  1. If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank.

    * Woody Allen

  2. “There is another form of temptation, even more fraught with danger. This is the disease of curiosity. It is this which drives us to try and discover the secrets of nature, those secrets which are beyond our understanding, which can avail us nothing and which man should not wish to learn” -St. Augustine.

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