For Those Who Can’t Believe

For those who can’t believe
I leave you with: God is just word
To gird up life and lessen pain;
Intended to encompass unexplainables
That science or psychology can’t clarify:
The ecstasy of insights
Helplessness of death,
Mystery philosophies
Of paths that lead to happiness;
With logic all their own to laud,
Reality reduced to primal cause
That some call God.

Problems of belief lie in
The gene or flair; the character
Or IQ that x factors cannot cover.

There, in entity invisible, in force likewise,
Books, systems aim to clarify
In symbol, parable and story;
Threads for some, nonsense for others
Who prefer to live by ethics; other codes
To take a hold of.

“God” is odd,
And hard;
A word,
A shortcut, like the Sanskrit Om -
To something real, a waterwheel
To rain down onto neuron’s brain.

That’s almost all that I can say
Leaving those who can’t believe
Until some other insight comes its way
Some Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday or Sunday.

For Those Who Can’t Believe 11.13.2016
To The Child Mystic II; God Book II;
Arlene Corwin