I sit and my mind runs
Into all the rooms of thoughts inside of me,
Can God play games?
Like, how he revealed himself
Before our eyes in every form,
But we still don't understand.
Can God play games?
And when I grab a puzzle that seem
To make the whole,
And then the previous of the same leaves my hands.
Can God play games?
How you picture me because I fail
To buy into your own religion,
How your God is more righteous than mine
And more in vision,
How you saying things like you own (on) the mind of God.
Can God play games?
And when I say God,
Is it the same being that comes
Into the mind of all the human race,
Is God letting us to just divide
His whole in human face,
Can God play games?
And, can all the men of God
Say the one mind of God this instant,
Like without the men of God is there
No other road in existence.
Can God play games?
Am I just a part of a bigger whole?
Has God himself been laughing up at us,
Ever since cos forever we will never know?
Can God play games?
I've been searching through my eyes for meanings that eludes me,
Is God really out or he lurks deep within me?
Can God play games?
Who's a sinner?
Who is righteous?
Why the judgment like we pious?
Is God on the face of every man I see?
Will God use men to declare me now a heresist?
Can God play games?
Like, how it is right in the
Eyes of God to give the sun and rain to all of us,
Regardless who is righteous,
Who is not.
Can God play games?
It's still the right of God to have a heaven and a hell,
For you and me cos you
Was righteous, I was not.
Can God play games?
Like, is God playing games?
Cos a man of God tells me that he is,
By the life he lives.
©️Isaiah Shaba Galadima
- Author: Isaiah Philips (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 9th, 2023 15:17
- Comment from author about the poem: This Poem Mirrors the reflections I recently found myself going through on all the religions of the world, which still cannot provide satisfying answers to most questions regarding the concept of God and the true way to him.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I don't go along with God playing games, or 'rolling the dice', as some say.
I don't fancy the idea of 'All the world's a stage, and we are the players in it' either.
It is good to know that, and that is the beauty of the whole thing, the freedom we have to choose what we tie ourselves to. "Belief."
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