Whenever people criticise me
They usually don’t know that
I am my Biggest Critic,
Beating myself up
Like Tyson Fury.

It’s how I spur myself on,
Hopefully to better things.
But what things?
I still don’t know.

Oh to have blind faith
And sense of Vocation
As many others do.
A solid set of Values.
A script to follow
Opinions to declare.

Instead I dither
Undecided
Lost in an ocean of ifs and buts.
Too bright and open-minded
For my own good.

Worse still, I’m oh so eager to please.
I think myself incorruptibly honest,
Yet the truth is,
I only tell people what I think
They want to know.
It’s how I was brought up.

But then again
Am I willing to fight
For what I stand for?
Should I really be Devil’s Advocate
Just to “stick up” for my views?

Better methinks to hold my counsel
Or be diplomatic
Which may be okay
So long as I actually decide
What I think and feel
Within myself.

And there’s the rub.
What do I stand for?
Do I really think for myself?
Like so many others,
Am I dragged along:
Brainwashed by Media hoo ha
And hype?
Superficial sound bytes
And rallying calls.

I need to search my soul
And find my true feelings
And beliefs.
I know that I Love Life
In most of its forms.
I’m all for Wellbeing
And The Common Good.

I need to focus
On these things:
On making the most of
This Paradise World
We seem bent on ruining.

In short
I must stoke those fires of Love
And enlighten others
To do the same.

Paul Butters

© PB 13\12\2021.

How can I know Him?
The man of incomprehensible nature
With varying picture
It's possible to know God!
God in a way that takes seriously the fact
The fact that He's beyond knowledge
Knowledge of the scientist
Knowledge of mythology

Do you understand the intricate patterns of the stars?
He who created them does
His mysteries are hidden truth
Despite the countless revelations and researches
Supernatural elements remain unknown
Some mysteries fathomed by science
Others still bewilder mankind
God still retains His secret
But man on his intellectual tiptoes
Understands a faction

Have we exhausted what the Bible speak of Him?
His son (Christ)  is a mystery
He's not simple at all
Christ is the mysterious word of God
By this inspiration, we had varying dogmas
A mysterious God conceived of his spirit
Born with humanity as mysterious God-man
That which became flesh
In this we dine as the Communion
Hidden in the mystery of loaf
He passed through human living
That His kingdom may be established on earth
He was crucified
This man died in the flesh for you and I
The tomb couldn't hold Him
Incorruptibly,  he resurrected and ascended

Christ is the word of God
And the word is God himself - muddling?
Which became flesh and stayed with us
His living was God's living
You see Him, you see God
Grain of wheat that fell into the ground
The viable grain He was
Died to produce many grains
In this grain, we receive gains