A Proof of God

Faith is A Proof of God. Now, Faith is The Substance of Things hoped for, The Evidence of Things not seen. (Hebrews 11:1)

We are all Doubting Thomas and Doubting Tess, My Brothers and My Sisters. This aspect of Us, To Doubt, is perhaps the most Human of characteristics. For It is rooted in Our essential Uncertainty, in facing seemingly alone... The Magnitude.

Most Human is this

little wee Us

uncertain, anxious

seeming so alone

In the Face of The Timeless

Millions of Questions, sitting on a billion tongues, yet substantially the same, All asking as One... How to ascertain The Objective whilst awash in the stormy sea That Is subjectness?

This to avoid Our ceaseless Discourse, stuck fast on Form, Yours and My or Theirs. But, still hidden remains The Substance.

We feel Something in whispers of intuition, urging ceaseless... There Is more to Life underlying and infusing... The Essence... Beyond and Behind this.

Even beneath the Argument and Noise claimed as Hypothesis by Scientists... Logic tells surely that all Subjects have referent Object.

Little Microcosm of The Macrocosm

Know Thyself

to Reveal

Within is Without

Connected by eternal Threads

wherefrom Emerges...

An Experience

which is A Glimpse of the palimpsest

The Human etched by Hands ageless

This is where Belief and Faith arise to tussle and profess... Belief in knowledge giving way as Knowing becomes Doubtless.

Belief is just The Wager of Pascal... Fervent Hope, Deep Desire, and Honest Need, laden with half-decent rationales... Human Logic put to The Test.

Yet Faith is much more... for beyond My Mind trying to make sense, giving subtle comforts to trick doubts to rest, arises Faith. A sure and solid Certainty arriving from Experience of The Infinite Timeless.

God doesn't Exist in Your Mind, nor is Object amenable to subjective tests... The Tao which can be named, is Not the Eternal Tao. (Tao te Ching 1)

God, The Source, Our Father, My Friend... Worship as You Feel, Pray and Praise as You like best. And always still There Is The Hand of God writing upon The Scroll... The Universe is The Manuscript.

Wonder and Miraculous is everywhere in everyday endless...

In the Wind

Upon the Breath

Under the Rain

Masquerading as Pain

Then creasing a Smile

Walking each mile

Balancing Perfectly

Despite the precarious

All a Moment miraculous

We are truly Blessed!

Michael Hislop

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