God is a Myth

Atanacio on Nov 4, 2009

The creation of the world…

Angels, in the airlessness of space,

continue to move their wings,

toward a heavenly place,

a child sings,

while ghosts float,

an angelic bell rings,

as the darkness coats

everything it touches,

and life is always hungry

first thing after being born,

then hope is torn,

in two,

between the goodness

and the bad,

the happy,

and the sad,

through all these changes,

and even through the night,

you’ll always find somewhere in darkness,

a hope of light,

God is someone you want to be with,

but the devil keeps telling you,

that God is a myth.

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RS Wing on Nov 4, 2009
I’ve always loved the imagery within your prose……great question though, Did God create man or did man create God?
Religion can be the opiate of the masses, the generations of despair and hopelessness. The innocence of childhood dreams and memories can all go sour when the realities of adulthood smash one’s spirit. We must perservere within the darkness of the unknown. What I would give to be a child again……it would be beautiful!
Sourav on Nov 4, 2009
Beautiful write. Lovely! I belive God created mankind and all. But… man created the religion. With God there’s no religion as simple as that.
alc on Nov 4, 2009
A great write! Thanks for a terrific write!
Evelyn M Carter on Nov 4, 2009
Hi Frank, (Slowly coming back!) I really enjoyed this one. At first I didn’t think I would like it due to the title but you did not disappoint me! Nice share! Great mind.Thanks for sharing!!
Sammy2000 on Nov 5, 2009
I didn’t expect this poem to be written this way I loved it pa

Hi there!