Earth, Air and Fire

I do not talk about Plato's Word
Or Euclid's Elements; both of these concepts
Are sufficient evidence for God's existence
That there is order in both the ideated and corporeal world.
The first premised that there is in fact reason
And one has the ability to understand someone's words.
The second premised that there is in fact reality
And one has the ability to understand it through measurements.
Thus, the universe can be explained in both ways,
By measurement and by word,
And because of this, there must be a Creator.

This is not the God of philosophers,
But is merely the way we can infer that a god of some sort exists;
That there is order both through what is possible and also what can be communicated.

But, the God of philosophy is Aristotle's "Unmoved Mover"
The "Prime Mover", or whatever else philosophy invents
A priori to describe god's existence.

And certainly, there's always an atheist like Hume who says
"It always was." And we have two sufficiently complete systems
Of believing in the universe.

Rather, it is why I don't use philosophy to describe God's existence.
The "Unmoved Mover" the "First Cause" the "Supreme Self"
The "Architect"---which this last one is closer to being a proof of God's existence.

I find people who come to faith through philosophy
Often have the weakest faith.
It just takes a little bit of science to knock over their foundation.
I, instead, believe because of science.
I believe because of communication.
I believe because of mathematical principles.
I principally believe because I've seen and witnessed good
And can find no other way to explain it.
For, very often what I've found to be good
Other men have soiled with their opinions
And trampled on like swine.
Universally, what I found was good
And it was bad men who soiled it
So, I'm happy there is a hell to put those people in.

My belief is simple.
I know God through having a relationship with Him.
I observe God when I see kindness or love or joy.
And to be honest, the cosmological argument makes me doubt
More than it strengthens my faith.
Just me personally, as I have an imagination
Which can conjure anything up,
And it's not hard for me to believe in a universe
Sufficiently created of its own natural forces.
The model science has created seems to be atheistic
And should I believe it---and I don't---I'd have to be an atheist.
Yet, I see so much good in the world that goes without explanation
And I cannot escape Earth's Atmosphere to see if it were truly
A sphere, and I cannot go back in time to watch Cave Men evolve
And I cannot---especially---know if there was some quantum form of nothing
Which started the Big Bang.

To be frank, the only thing I can know is that there is good in this world.
And it remains good even when I'm told it's not.
And on that, I rest my faith because it is far easier to see
Than an "Unmoved Mover" or "Prime Mover"
Or "Sufficient Self" or "Supreme Consciousness."
To me, God sits in the form of a white robed man
Tall, in the background of heaven like he were a mountain
And above him is a rainbow;
And He like a rainbow, just stays his place there in Heaven's background
And when you move toward him, he remains fixed;
Like a rainbow. And His Son and His Daughter our Holy City---I'm being foolish---
Are there beside us, talking to us as citizens of a city so magnificent
With its pearlescent green and red towers as tall as the space between the Earth and Moon
Its forests of the Trees of Life, its country sides, Mount Zion the Everest Sized Golden Peak with Silver Cap
Its mansions, its river the size of an ocean, its temple where the LORD sits,
The fish, and all the animals and things yet to be understood created.
Libraries, playgrounds, bakeries where the bread is free, coffee shops
Chocolate Factories, Carnivals, Street Fairs...
And all of this will be free of charge, fully supplied by God.
Architecture so lush, no modern structure can rival it.
Painting, sculpture, murals, flowers, possibly even a beautiful flora and fauna filled with colors unimaginable.
Everyone will be friends. Everyone will know everyone else.
Eternity will be spent meeting new folk, growing to know them, inviting them to your mansions,
Exploring the infinite planes of heaven--for the city is huge, but there's suburbs and country sides for sure---
The sheer fact I can imagine this wonderful place---
That the imagination is good---proves there is something inherent in what we call good.
And if good is self evident, it can only be that God made it so.
As there are men who cannot see what's self evident,
And in our day, those same men spoil life for everyone else by corrupting it.
And I would like to go where life is incorruptible.
For this life is spoiled and maligned with sin and selfishness.

Where those who have committed offenses will go
Is hell. Sandstone tan, lit by the shadows of flames.
A heat above ninety degrees.
Ugly COs with horse hooves, red chests
Worms all over their faces,
Hideous shadowy cloaks
Needle pores.
It's unlikely they will torment you
Unless you did something really bad,
But they will wound you with a spear or sword
And place you in solitary confinement.
There, you'll feel your lowest low
With the festering of your wound
Sore, and without healing.
Worms will feast upon it.
And if you're truly a miscreant,
You'll get a cellmate.
God help those who do.
For, Hell is a real prison somewhere.