God Doesn’t Have A Name

When I was a kid I was told

that God could be found

behind four walls

behind brick and mortar

behind wood and nails

behind stained glass and shutters

shutoff from the outside world

and surrounded by old people and incense

but I never found God there

and I couldn’t find God anywhere

and when I was in Iraq

I stopped looking

because I knew then

that there was no God.

 

Getting back to the land

growing my own food

and learning to understand

nature and all it entails,

plants and animals

the soil and all the life it contains

the trade winds and the Kona winds

and the many types of rain

the incredible power of the sun

the moon phases and the stars

that I always find myself gazing at

getting in tune with nature

has helped me realize that

if there is a God

this is it

and building a church

or a cathedral

only keeps God out

and religion doesn’t bring us closer to God

it pushes us further and further away

to the point where we say ‘there is no God’

because, there is no God

in a building

and there is no God

in a book

and there is no God

telling people what to do

and how to act

and where to look

and if you want to see God

all you have to do is walk outside

and see all that gives us life

everything that sustains us

look at the beauty of nature

stop for a moment and feel

the warmth of the suns rays

and the gentle brush of the wind

and the cooling sensation of the rain

and there’s no need to pray

just to be present and say

nothing

and realize that the birds singing

and the leaves rustling

and the rain pounding the earth

if God talks

that’s God talking

and it’s in a universal tongue

that all can all understand

only we forgot how to listen

and we forget that ‘holy’ books

were written by men

pretending that God was guiding the pen

but God doesn’t waste it’s time time

with such trivial things

God is the life force

of the universe,

the water

and the spring

the bee

and the sting

the sea

and the salt

and God doesn’t have a name

we just say ‘God’

by default

it’s just the energy

helping the plants grow

and causing the wind to blow

and the river to flow

and making everything go

but who the hell are we

to pretend for one second

that we know

much less can speak for

whatever God might

or might now be?

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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