Of God Creating Man – be but myth, or a fact –

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“ Of God Creating Man

                      – be but myth, or a fact –

Held ‘twas day seven

Be man’s world born,

From laudable quest

Thus task was borne,

Yet transcends guess

Of god creating man,

Be but myth or a fact

Or tool in mans chest,

Versus god manmade

Now needed to wrest,

For his seamless rule

Said fulfil man’s goal,

As tergiversator tool

God of manner bold,

Crafted so as to fool

Diktat of world whole

The creation to claim,

That so fixed by man

Wouldst forever reign…

 

Now mans fated state,

Be as credulous mortal

Bent so will hold stake,

In his virtual existence

Derived from a dictate,

Saved for chosen few

Who’ll share the spoils

Gleaned by adept issue,

From godly like control

Thus as ever since when,

Probes birth of fairytale told

Had alleged a god created men!                

                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

          A reflection on man made religions, and held myth of a god creating man…

Images & art- personal collection

Music – exerpt from, Bach – Cello Suite No.1- Sarabande, by Mischa Maisky    

“ A Last Goodbye ” ~ gives reason pause ~

 

One wants believe

All we’ve achieved,

Would but forever

Live and breathe,

That fate abide

We share the lot

With those in need,

Thus to subscribe

In mindful cause

Be worth’s provide,

Before a last goodbye!

 

“ Declaring ” ~ a sense of egress ~

He’d find declare

The need to share

A sense of egress,

Tho rather late

Surrenders regrets,

One might describe

Feeling less than alive,

Till fortuitous fate

Sent an enchantress,

Who’d untangle a state

Of life less than blessed!

“ While I Wait ” ~ a state of mind ~

 

It may well be

A state of mind,

While I wait

A place to find,

In just debate

Where we incline

To so admit,

We be the authors

Suffered create

Ego’s unfair myths…        

 

Yet hope within      

Coils to inspire,

A hazard share

Of ones chagrin,

That fosters claim

A measure fair

Of forgiven sins,

Thus dispels bane

The while I wait,

For mind to regain

What once was lived!