If there is Good, then there is a God. There is good. Therefore, there is a God. Every skeptic I had ever talked to Diligently claimed there wasn't any good. At least no universal good. To them, Good was Like cologne or deodorant. You got to choose it, And then spray it on. For anyone who had walked through the forest And smelled a hint of a woman's body--- For the leaves when they decompose, sometimes, Release a fragrance that smells like a woman's body--- Is it not wholly good? Or that beautiful mien a woman gets when she is with children, That accents her beauty. There is also the beauty of a retired man going fishing Content with his green, safari hat, casting into the water with peace. There is also good when a whole family gets together The kind that sees one another only once a year And the Matriarch knows each one of them, Some distant cousins, Others the very kin who grew up with you. There is a child feeding, and it gives its grunts. There is a dog, happy to always see you at the door. There are flowers, and the little bumble bees loafing To pollinate them. There are two girls, best friends, Who giggle and squeal when they see each other. There are two boys, getting into harmless mischief. There is discipline, a parent restraining their child From going into the street---yes, this too is good And is the beginning of even deeper wisdom. Christmas carols, that exalted feeling one gets. The poor. There is something inherently good in the poor. Sex between a man and a woman who have committed their entire lives To one another, and the chance that they will soon become one. It follows that if there is Good, Things universally good, that God exists. For that is how logic works. If the premise is true, Then the conclusion is also true. And that is how I know God exists. Because there is good. For you might ask, "Well, can there not be good, "And also no God?" No... not from my many engagements with skeptics. The skeptics all say that good is preferential Making it likely that good can also be masochistic. That good can be cruel. That good can be selfish. And this cuts the line between good and evil. That those who have lost their understanding of what good is Are also the proof that there is indeed a link between Good and God.
Category: Poem
Vision of Prosperity
One day, alighted upon my fortune There came a weary traveler. She had found a wellspring of tales As seemingly old as time, Yet discovered they were new. "What have I found?" She wondered, as tales abounded Among the language of the Saxon. What were these? Rife with mystical creatures, Yet such was the fortune found That it suddenly appeared To this modern writer's Ancient poesy, That it was discovered And thus enjoyed For as long as time was kept.
What Caused our Western Freedoms?
What caused our Western Freedoms? Some might nefariously Scream, "It wasn't Christianity!" The very basic fact, is that for five hundred years Asia had the printing press. But, it took the desire to read The Bible to bring that invention Into the hands of the layman And out of the hands of dictators.
Naturalized Citizen
For you, for you I write. I see you truly understand my country. I see you truly understand its good. I see you cannot see a single one of its flaws. I see you believe in what America once stood. Trust me, I wish I could see it too, But I must write these odes, I must criticize. I must tear the fabric of our nation apart. So that way it will be stitched back together The right way And you will still have your rest.
Like Calculus; A Tanka
One can measure the Sermon on the mount, and like Calculus, measure That Golden Ratio to Calculate and find Jesus.
The Fanatic
The fanatic raises his weapon high Making the blood sacrifice of his faith The bare chested woman's husband his blade Drew the blood of; the infidels are nigh His every thought. "Pay back the sins in blood--- "All the dead, be the propitiation! "The alter of soil; alter of stone "Drip the blood of the dead infidel's sons." The saints of his religion pick up the Wounded upon the street, those he had killed. They balm them with the oils, wrap sterile Gauze across burned visage. For their religion was love.
In the Heart of Man
When I look upon the heart of a man Who consciously decides to practice err I see him strain so hard to do what's bad Though I also see in that heart repair. When I look upon the heart of a man Who offends as part of his daily bread I see a man whose best, I understand, Is as bad as a man whose heart is dead. Though in deed, the first man's crimes seem as worse Than the man whose second deed is habit What awful sin the first commit was choice While the second man's sin is found avid. Which is worse? I do say they are both same And sad, but the first man, who's sorely grave Repented and found his good heart again; The second is bad, and will not be saved. For the first man finds Jesus Christ and prays While the second man rather stays his way. One knows his sin, and the other cannot. That is why one is saved while the other will rot.
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Political Activism?
What happens when kings Won't let you cultivate your garden?
True Friendship
A friendship, when built upon honest first Impressions, sparks a sincere intercourse; Which, neither putting forth a facade's mirth Can be built with true knowledge's comfort.
An Ode on Faith
An Ode on Faith What keeps a man, when Abraham is preached, From imitating him,---in murdering His son?---to, another's life, be the thief? Much the same that allows one, whose reading Of a poet, understand the clever Metaphors, and gives one's knowledge a truth. 'tis what allows a man knowledge; whispers In his ears the meaning of sweetest fruit. There is the literal, which, willing kills, Without concept lays actions bare and bald. The literal reading atheists fill Christian minds, searching deeply for a fault. Yet, we somehow know what a passage means, For that is why faith remains; 'tis unseen. Should man without this ability be, Such man, hell's stone be his foreboding vault.
B. K. Neifert 