A few friends jokingly label me 'John Donne of Singapore.'
I wish I can qualify, in some small way.
Hope to write disruptive, intriguing poems on
'Why does the world exist? '
'Why do humans exist? ' and
'Why does God allow natural and moral evils? '
Actually, I don't qualify.
I spent more than 30 years trying to peek into the Mystery
and come upon 'God is biting the bullet' theodicy.
The Spirit told me God is unable to create
these missing elements of a Higher Godhood
in His peaceful, pain-free heaven, namely:
faith, love, courage and endurance
in the face of immense pain, sufferings and death.
God pours part of His Spirit into the bodies of human beings.
His Spirit seeks to partner with human beings
to manifest these elements in the midst of earthly trials.
His Spirit speaks to humans via the voice of conscience
and encourages them to follow
the paths of goodness, beauty and truth.
Human beings need to decide whether to follow the voice of conscience.
The Spirit can only persuade, but cannot force humans
regarding their decisions. This is the stringent Challenge
which God has imposed on Himself
when He allowed the existence of this imperfect world.
If John Donne were to focus his intellect on these Enigmas,
he would have solved it much faster, probably within days,
while I required more than 30 years.
Thus, I am only a tiny shadow
of a Zen-pursuing 'Done'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem