A small Island

Written
2009

 A Small Island

 

On this small island,

        calm is surrounded by the loud rage

         of efforts to convince.

I wonder why more people don't live here!

To the East of me are the non-believers.

To the West are the true believers.

The non-belivers are the certainers

         who are sure God is dead

         and maybe never was.

They quote scholars from the past

         and brilliant young scientists.

They present strong evidence 

         that the true believers

         have yet to make a convincing argument.

True believers do have a Herculean task

         with swallowing whales

         and the dead coming to life.

That the true believers

         don't have a foolproof case

         is the major argument of the skeptics.

From that, skeptics seem to need

         no proof of their view,

         other than the true believers' case

          has not been made.

I guess that means I have to take

          their argument on faith.

Now that strikes me as rather arrogant.

On the other hand, we have a book with

         centuries of human-written

         and rewritten tales of wondrous things.

When questioned, there is assurance

         that the book is the truth.

That God writes with many pens.

And on faith it must be accepted

         as the Word.

East and West are much alike

         for all their seeming differences.

Seeking the comfort of closure,

         any answer is better than ambiguity.

Faith seems to be a way of giving up reason.

So do come to this peaceful island

          where we just don't know

         and are OK with that.

Admitting that there are some things unknowable

         is more freeing than humbling.        

 

Doug Minnis

December 8, 2009

 

 

 

 

Notes
When you look at the history of man, religion sticks out as an enigma. Much good comes from moral teachings. Much bad comes from Crusades in many costumes. I can't believe in life after death as that defies reason for me. So I have this world to live in and make it the best place I can. Where we are on a common course, religion is welcome and we feed the poor. But crusades and the political blocking of human rights makes me wish they would concentrate on charity rather than politics.I wrote this poem when the religious right was doing hurtful things to others and using their bible to justify it.