Blasphemy

 

 

Blasphemy

God is

whatever we determine

Him to be

or Her to be

or It to be

yes, God is

Blasphemy

if it is up to me

to determine what i see

my God to be

then i must be the God of God

or is it the Good of God

or the God of Good

for if God says to me

I Am the Great I AM

then i am

Blasphemy

many times we seek to define

within the confines of mind

that which is so beyond

the ripple in our little pond

we call life

there are still yet Oceans

filled with the motions

of life

and strife

Blasphemy

i open up my consciousness

to come to believe

that yes

there is something greater

and sooner or later

i will have to reconcile

this revelation

and in my small minded truth

i will reconcile my God to me

Blasphemy

as i sit here

i remember what Momma said

and Grandma said

but they are dead

but while they were living

they were giving

lessons

teaching and confessing

about salvation

and a life everlasting

praying and fasting

and type  casting

measuring my soul for wings

or horns

Blasphemy

what i don’t understand

is if we did believe

and receive

these things

why are we not singing

the songs of joy

as their bodies have been deployed

back to the dust

from whence it came

in the name

of the Prophet

the Son

Blasphemy

was i not Created by  Source

from which all things came

and still you want to play

this tired old game

telling me that i am by nature Sin

from without to within

was not my Creator God Perfect

so therefore am i

there is no defect

and i have come to suspect

your convoluted indoctrinations

and your revelations

about the manifestations

and who we truly are

now tell me just how and why

you, man were able to conclude

your theorems

did you hear Him

whisper that your mission

was to delude the people

into becoming the sheeple

Blasphemy

yet they tell me to worship

that a smart ass guy like me

should bite my lip

for loose lips sink ships

and again i quip

to my self

to hell with this . . .

i want bliss

now

somehow

Blasphemy

i am not Sea Worthy

even in the Sea of Forgetfulness

i still have my mess

for many a test

i have failed

when all i attempted to was sail

the stormy Seas

who heard my pleas

when i fell to my knees

with my Rite and my Rote

yes, i took notes

and i studied the effect

though i was suspect

of the mission i was on

Blasphemy

and now that Grandma is gone

she went to a better place

that is what they have told me

so let us face it

and let it be known

that i am on my own

to decide what fate lies before me

and though i may not see

what they have told me

i do know

that life for me is like a river

and i flow

to that Ocean i spoke about

even when i lived in doubt

and though many times in life

just when it looked that i would strike out

my God appears

and through my many fears

and my tears

he shows that He cares

and delivers me

for as i said

it may seem that my God

is defined by what’s in my head,

and for me He is not dead

but He is mine alone

so let it be known

that my God is not yours

He, She, It is mine

to define

as i so please

and right now my God is Home

sitting by that nice warm fire

inside of me

filling me with desire

to become a better me

you see

and excuse me

i do not need you

to tell me what God is

for

God is

whatever we determine

Him to be

or Her to be

or It to be

yes, God IS

and this is not Blasphemy

this a very real reality

for if it is up to me

to determine what i see

my God to be

then i must be the God of God

or is it the Good of God

or the God of Good

for if God says to me

I Am the Great I AM

therefore i am

Blasphemy

(c) 2 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.