Am I God?

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I said something profound the other day,

So someone asked me, “Are you God?”

Well, strange as it may seem, I might be!

It’s possible, if unlikely, that I’m the Only One;

A Matrix Hero if you like,

That Everything Else is but a figment from my Super Id:

Perish the thought.

Yet I’ve precious little power

In this world around me now.

I’m just as helpless

As in my dreams.

I’m Not the God Religious folk talk of:

Omnipotence does not spring here.

Dare I suggest, though,

That God isn’t all He’s cracked up to be?

I’ve said before, maybe we All are part of God:

His eyes, ears and touch.

But what IS God?

I have to ask.

We each define Him (or Her, or It)

In our own way.

There must be higher powers

Of some sort

And Star Wars has its “Force”.

All things are Relative

And without end

So find your “God”

And make your choice.

Define your God

In any way you can.

But remember

It’s not your belief in God that counts,

It’s your belief in GOOD.

Paul Butters

If I Were God

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If I were God

I would give the gift of Everlasting Life to Everyone

Without Condition.

Knowing full well that I exist

I would not need a single other soul

To believe in Me.

I’d never say you may have eternal life

Provided you Believe.

For I would feel Unconditional Love

For every living thing.

Yes, I’d cherish every living thing:

Be a Lifist if you will.

Yet I suspect that God:

He, She or It

Thinks just the same as Me.

It’s our interpretation of The Lord

That is at fault.

He…She… has a Plan

And waits

Like a mother hen

To wrap us All

In Her…

Bright outstretched wings.

Paul Butters

Speech

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To me a poem is a Statement, even a Speech.

So, Friends, Britons and countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Britain, not to praise it.

The evils that empires do live long after them.

Colonial wrongs seem never put to right.

Achievements hidden away in dusty books

By historians, all honourable men (and women!).

Yet historians say the Brits were too ambitious

And too self-righteous by half.

For historians are honourable men (and women).

They say we must accept that we’re a tiny island nation

And accept our place in the world.

Yes, historians are honourable men (and women).

They say we were too ambitious.

But now, the world is threatened by dark forces,

And only the winner takes the spoils (and writes the history!).

Once more unto the breach us Brits must go,

To fight like tigers

And smite the foe.

Paul Butters