Note: Sorry it’s been a while. I wrote this for my world religions course last semester. This poem is a mix of the questions I’ve had and questions others may have too.
If He has the whole world in His hands,
And His hands are big and we are small,
Why did He decide to take the time to create something,
Yes, I said some thing,
Isn’t pointless for Him to hear all of the
Simultaneous white noise we call prayer?
And does it ever cause a buzzing in His ears to hear such moans
And few cheers of thanks, friendship,
Hope, or joy,
Amongst the majority of threats, complaints,
Why create the outer space people refuse to explore
Since they’re not living there?
With all of this omnipotence,
Why is it confusing to differentiate
Between free will and predestination?
As if they play enough tennis as much as
Angels and demons?
If we have the choice of whether or not to choose Him,
Why are we so pressured to please Him?
Religious texts says He weeps,
He has eyebrows that furrow in frustration,
But does He ever…sh••?
Has He ever fallen in love romantically,
As many people proclaim platonic love,
Yet use bridal metaphors to explain His existence.
Has He ever wanted to run away from us,
Due to our ends having no future?
If He is too big for us to understand,
Why do people believe in Him in the first place?
Why aren’t they angry being compared to ant-like children
Since they find Him “too big to understand”?
Do they not find it insulting, depressing,
To be so miniscule compared to
The one gigantic being labeled at the tippity top
Of the food chain?
Why is it that others believe they’re entitled to answer these questions best,
And not Him?