Who Needs’ God? (poetic prose)

God doesn’t care if you believe he exists, he doesn’t need to, never has had to, and even if he didn’t exist, you would hope he did. On the other hand, why do you think he needs to impress you with saying here I am? Your mind has said he is, and thus he does.
You possess him, because you need him, not he you. He has given you the pleasures of being one of his many creations, and he happened to put you on earth, through a process of delivery; we have of course made a decision along this course of his action, to survive, and maintain a line of existence within our race, or species.
Repugnant as we may be to him, and we surely are, he puts up with us, either for a laugh, or to shake his head at 90% of us and say: “Unbelievable” (and in shock continues to watch in astonishment at our behavior).
Furthermore, sadly enough, we want to own everything, even though we will leave this earth with nothing, as we came, so God must be saying I’m sure, “What good is ownership, at such a price?” For often times we dearly for it; I am sure again this comes under ‘Astonishment of our behavior!”
Looking down the threshold of existence, love comes to mind, love being from love, greed from greed, all belonging to its own circle, and death I suppose is the same, why would the semantics change, meaning: the assassin will be with his kind, this is a God preserved right to place the same kind of bricks on top of one another—just like our balanced universe; each unto his own. That is to say, ‘no good comes out of bad,’ thus in time, separate them if not for the sake of penitence, for the sake contamination.
Therefore, the privileges’ of being God, are many: he creates the shadow, and it is gray, perhaps elsewhere it is green, God put immense depths of thought into his overall creation for man, and somewhere along the line, he put in a capsule called, extinction, to reminded us, what is possible, or what might be possible, that we owe some kind responsibility for being put on earth’s surface.
There was a time, in earth’s archeological strata, where the human race came close to extinction, only 2000-humans left. But somehow we managed to survive through that period of time (70,000 BC).
So God says: “Believe what you will “for upon your death that is what you take with you” (but on our deathbed this is not what we want to take with us, we want assurance we will go to heaven; I mean, let bygones be bygones here on earth). But the fact is, you were no good on earth, and what makes you think you’ll be any better in heaven? But we think like that don’t we. We are all going to heaven, right—wrong!! (That is like saying we are all going to be president, or Elvis, or something on that grid line.) You will be who you are when you die, God knows this, and so do you.
And then he gives you and ounce of faith, if you take it, it is best you do not lose it; you may not find it again.
On another point, God gives us love, the thing we all try to figure out by dissecting its inner core, or better put, as if it is a dead corpse, we try surgically to take it out in an operation and check it for its true nature. And what we do in the process is create torture, the very thing we create in its place, we call love, and this is what we give to our loved ones. We’re a silly species, are we not!

#2372 4-7-2008 (poetic prose)