If I Believed In God

What Would God Look Like?

If I believed in God, resolutely believed in one almighty God, my God's face would frequently be smiling. Its smile would begin on its mouth and travel up to its eyes, and there it would twinkle, a lot of the time. Those eyes would impart worlds of secrets to me, every time I looked into them. Secrets and understanding and teachings and patience and calm. My God would need no clothing, no white robe nor garb made of light. It would wear its deliverance of knowledge unto me as it's wrappings.

One day it would look like me, and the next it would look like you, and both would be just fine. Its hair wouldn't be hair, but my wild imagination. Its jaw would work in the same way as mine, but from its mouth it would spill praise no matter how small I felt that day. That praise would look like a work of art.

Its shoulders, square and strong would harbour all of my guilt, my regret and my gumption. The sinew of its forearms would be laced with all of the weight I have tried to carry but couldn't on my own. Its hands, often cupped, would shelter my woes and hold them there until I could tarry them. Its torso would be the torso of a God. Throwing out the light and the righteousness, the righteous light, no mere human would ever be capable of throwing out.

Its long, strong legs would brace the earth eternally and as the globe shifted, it too would shift, anticipatory, always a moment ahead so as not to drop the ball.

What Would God Sound Like?

If I believed in God, my God would sound like my happiness. It would sing forever notes unchanging and yet it would be forever adjusting its melody to adapt purposefully to the rise and fall of the tides of my life. Its voice would be the voice of my reason and one of silken, hypnotic rule. It would sound like a child's gleeful mimickry of adult stipulation and at once of a parent's firm, logical persuasion.

My God would whisper the phrases of long forgotten guides. Its words would comfort me and appease my need for direction...my need for discretion.  It would laugh almost all of the time, and rather than cry, it would laugh much gentler throughout the rest. 

What Would God Do?

What would my God do with all of its free time? With global peace commonplace, guns and weapons of mass destruction no more, evil weeded out and good prevailing, my God would be afforded the chance to sit back, relax and enjoy the fruits of its labour.

A deep swim to the oceanbed and back up to chat with the patterns of light dancing atop the waves; A vigourous climb to the highest points of mountainous terrain, and a slide down the shale to regroup in the valley; A visit into the home of the blue collar hero, complete with a cup of tea by the hearth; A place in the circle of story time, hands held by the devout bards of the world; A meal of blessed meats, crisp greens and hearty, sweet broth both cold and hot; A walk on the grass, barefooted and cool; Conversation with the man and the woman and the beast of its creation and upbringing.

This is what my God would do, were my God, God.

My God Is Mine

What would your God give me, that mine would not? What could your God give me, that mine could not? My God would travel with me and protect me. My God would be my friend, my saviour and my endearment. It wouldn't tell me what I must do but would agree with my steadfast choices, because I am a righteous human being even without its approval. It would alleviate me of those choices I could not make on my own. And those choices would still be made; those choices of mine. Those would be the choices made by me, delivered by my God and I. My God, that is me.

My God Is Me

My words are the words of my God. That God which is me. I think therefore I am a God myself.  The God of myself.  I create my heaven and fear my own hell though its a hell of my own creation.  The plastic hell I hear about doesn't scare me.  We see varying degrees of hell all around us every day.  We try to circumvent the worst of it, tiptoeing through the tulips of madness and love and the the thorny hedges of what's in between.  The bittersweet of life's endeavours pop up and encroach around us, begging for our Gods to sanctify them with titles and priorities and grades of worth.

Your God, my God, their God can't ever truly be on top of one thing or another.  Your God, my God and their God are the same in their search for an ending to the trivial. 

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reekhovered 6 years ago

We are but a drop in the ocean and, as such, so too are we the very ocean itself. As gods, we're fallen angels mostly. It's no accident that tiny solar systems are spinning constantly within us. Perpetual motion indeed. Life really is just spin, in one way or another. Everything is moving; the earth, the skies, our bodies. Why does it not appear so? We're just dreaming, that's why.

Very thought provoking article, fifi. Thanks.

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Druid Dude 6 years ago from West Coast

Very good fifi. Deep. A pleasure to read.

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fi fi 6 years ago from Niagara, Canada Author

reekhovered - Thanks for the lovely, insightful comments...and I agree.

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fi fi 6 years ago from Niagara, Canada Author

Druid Dude - I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

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Druid Dude 6 years ago from West Coast

fifi, you ever find out more about the zodiac changes?

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fi fi 6 years ago from Niagara, Canada Author

Druid Dude - I'm not sure! I just did a basic google search and found an equal number of articles and opinions both for and against the fact that it's happened at all...some say nothing's changed, it's all hogwash, and some say my Aries sign has become Pisces. I still feel Aries though, lol. But I'll have to check out the Pisces description just out of curiosity.

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Druid Dude 6 years ago from West Coast

Knew you'd be confused. That's why I think it isn't really a new house, just a cottage sitting next to my property. I'm willing to let them stay, just as long as they don't get pushy! I've always had strong libra influences. but, I'm cosidered a strong scorp.

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fi fi 6 years ago from Niagara, Canada Author

Druid Dude - That's a gret way of looking at it, you kind of get the best of both worlds ;)

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James A Watkins 6 years ago from Chicago

I enjoyed reading your creative piece of work here. It is very interesting and well written. Thank you.

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fi fi 6 years ago from Niagara, Canada Author

James A Watkins - Hi there! Thanks for reading and posting a comment. My views on religion tend to vary, as life goes by, and for me that works out just fine :) Always a little aprehensive to write on the subject for fear it will come off callous or condemning or judgemental, so I appreciate all opinions and comments, especially those that are objective and in good faith! Cheers!

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randslam 5 years ago from Kelowna, British Columbia

Absolutely beautifully written, and felt. Thanks fifi.

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fi fi 5 years ago from Niagara, Canada Author

randslam - You're very welcome! Thanks for reading and posting such a wonderful comment :)

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Stan Fletcher 5 years ago from Nashville, TN

Wow. I've been meaning to get over here for some time. So now the deep thinking avatar makes perfect sense. This was really great.

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fi fi 5 years ago from Niagara, Canada Author

Stan Fletcher - Well thank you, Stan. I'm truly humbled by your stopping by. I'll tell you a secret...my avatar is just me watching a boxing match at a local restaurant. Nothing fancy, just me daydreaming as though I were somewhere else...as I'm prone to do more often than I should ;) I really appreciate your commenting...your following is astronomical!

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Winsome 5 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas

I really enjoyed the visual art and joy in your descriptions. It leans more to poetry than discourse and I appreciate it fully that way. I once thought more like this (I think most do at some time or another) and came face to face with the answer to the question clamoring inside me from birth.

I can't hold the stars together, I can barely hold the limitations of what I am in place. I can't allow others complete free will to choose war and hate and still love them as much as those who choose peace and kindness.

What I have learned to do is accept that the God who is infinite loves me unconditionally and will allow me to walk in the heavens and still make mistakes. I can buy into a God like that. =:)

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fi fi 5 years ago from Niagara, Canada Author

Winsome - Thank you for such a great repsonse...I also appreciate the poetic sounds in your comment ;)

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