I Think I Need A God Poem by Mark R Slaughter

I think I need a god – but whom to choose?
A raft of deities; I'm sure to lose
My sense in search. And what about a church?

And of their role – direct communication–?
Mediation–? that imbroglio; the
Rigmarole of what they call religion.

Will they tell me what I have to do–?
How to pray, obey the laws: construe
The mandate; follow fast in their tradition –
All the fundamentals? Much ambition
Is required, I think! Where's the drink?
A brandy please, for disconcerted minds.

Ah…warming…and indeed revealing…
Yes, I see – the reason for the many gods:
An anachronism; rationale from
Our primeval brains: When early Man
Evolved along the tree, a new survival
Tool emerged. We call it cogitation –
Cerebral aptitude for modelling all
We see in our environment – but then we
Started thinking of our mighty world,
How it all began, unfurled, and why?
It had to be the sun – no, the stars, no,
A special kind of entity:
Invisible, omnipotent, and, er…shy:
A god!

Dear, oh dear; so do I need a god –?
A legacy of early exposition;
Revelationary evolution:
Memes, enforced upon impressionable youth,
Variegating into multitudinous
Delusions, packaged into institutions;

Just an overwhelming whim from our
Imagination, all in effort for
An explanation – but all too much for me to
Understand. I think I need a god.