Put upon this Earth.

Warning: This could be both troublesome and offensive. It comes from a mind which is  not pretty but curious. Probing questions are not pretty, and I accept that I may be ignorant and unenlightened and totally utterly wrong. Forgive me if it offends you. But there must be a reason God put me upon this earth to periodically write these sorts of poems. 😯😒

I wish I could believe in angels
In the power of goodness
Towering majestic over evil
Without negotiations
And no unspoken pact
Between God and Devil.

Deep down I understand
What necessitates
Bad to coexist with good
The balance eternal maintains itself
That much is understood

How far dear God
For those who fail
Your litmus test
Who cannot shine their
Very best
And yet will not be
Penitent
Why must they be
So betrayed?

Heart of stone
With chiselled angel wings
If Mercy be the song you teach us to sing
If Courage animates us in your image
Oh why you can't forgive
And if you can't,
Then why won't men and
Angels rage?

Again and again
Our faith misplaced
When imagination is
So buttressed
Love us Father
For we have been blessed
With life
And Sin is that ugly thing
That temptation and embargoes imposed
Demands of us,
Will you not be embarrassed
If we towered higher than even you
In rectitude?
Was it not a sin
To give us a mind
That rationalized
On its own decided
To be or not to be unkind.

Will you banish reason
And only embrace us blind and naked
Seek out meek and timid humbled hearts
With dumbed down minds, uncomplicated
untroubled parts?

Evil was your threat
To keep us good
A hellfire was created
From heavenly wood.
Time after time
You test us through
The ages
You call some sinners
Others saints and sages
Everything ordained predestined
A certain number selected
Who will win
A seat in your in-crowd
Of beings
But tell me will they, your fan
Base, eternally fan You...
With praise and fresh blossomed wings?

And all faithful fathers will meet
their loyal sons' souls encased
In the very self same resurrected flesh!

Resurrection day will be rather like a carnival
Seriously, not fake like reincarnation at all!
With much fanfare and white lights
And flights of doves with olive branches
Certainty is but the faithfuls wistful hunches.
So the final curtain call will be a grand reunion!
Between families and friends and pets long dead and gone,
Called forth after Armageddon's trumpets
Blown
When only a chosen few, seeds were sown?

Numbers speak your soul Lord
In terrifying range of
permutations and combinations
Eternally defying slumber,
And each day I see your coat
Of shining armor
Emblazoned with faith and fortitude
Rust a little bit more
In surreptitious corners.

You died to pay for our sins
And henceforth we should be good
But aren't
But our sins are paid forward
And so, having accepted the Holy Word,
We're saved but wait!
Not all of us who accept, are paid for
Some will falter
And sin again
And though we're redeemed
The Redeemer still handpicks us
From the grave
Resurrect all
Father, or leave us be
The unwoken dead.

I cannot believe
In such stony seeds of grace
So yoked to Misery's mists of doubt,
For our human race,
Why were we singled out in
Your image,
Majestic doublespeak donning
Cloak of mystique
Will you make them rulers
Will you lead
An army of the meek and weak
And call them faithful
Who would not seek
Beyond the boundaries
Of Eden's playpen.
Who will be your
Little children
Not women or men
Who will goug out their eyes
Rather than presume
To see past the ken
Of human knowledge
And endurance.

© Amrita Valan 2015