Can’t Handle the Proof

We demand the evidence,

A clear and certain sign,

We show no bit of reticence

Ask God to please divine.

Here a little miracle,

Or there a stellar light

To shine upon our darkness

And give us all insight.

But what if God’s not hidden,

Not remote or too aloof,

What if we’re just blind

And cannot handle proof?

What if all the world’s a stage

And the play’s long been going on,

But we’re not paying attention

Or listening to the song?

What if the heavens shout ‘glory’

And the rocks and all the trees

But we’re too damn distracted

To fall down on our knees?

What if believing leads to seeing

Not the other way around,

What if believing’s our 3-D glasses

To see the more profound.

In a world of truth decay

We perish for lack of hope

We settle for compensation

For that which helps us cope.

A visionary person

Is one who believes the most,

She sees the path before her,

But she trusts the Holy Ghost.

If you ignore all the evidence,

Then you cannot handle proof,

Only open hands receive it,

Only open minds find truth.

BW3 2/17/07