Realise Nothing Will Make Sense Before God

Whispers on the wind tell lies,

‘It is Truth’ they will say.  And you will believe them

As temples justify the malevolence, the whispers mature,

You think you understand at first, before you

Realise

But what is truth?  ‘The belief of Faith’ they will say

Fractured and scattered by the chaos of wars

Across the eons of time.  Blind and arrogant,

Spilling blood in the name of blood for the belief of

Nothing

Illuminated by the parting clouds, the bearers of truth

March forth unto the saturated lands

Of other truths. ‘You have Courage’ they will say

As the truth rains down, many more the enemies He

Will make

In dark shadows the ground is soft, disturbed;

Easy to fall through. They will say

‘Be in His light for Salvation’.  Belief, however

Will not substitute the thin sheath of ignorance for

Sense

However the lies in the undergrowth are thick.

And its roots run deep.  Fires will not scorch them

But fuel them.  ‘Bathe in His Love’ they will say, but

Eventually, you will burn in it.  This is the real truth

Before god.

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin