ivor or ivor.e hogg
Q.E.D.07 - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
What use is life if we do not
find time to contemplate our lot
Why are we here where do we go
there is so much we do not know.
Is there a purpose we should seek?
If there is not our outlooks bleak
Were we created by intent
or are we just an accident.
Philosophers cannot agree
and learned priest pretend to be.
The only ones who know the way
and if we follow we won’t stray.
Now I believe there is a god
and those who don’t I find quite odd.
If God gave each man free will
why is it that men seek to kill.
All other men who choose to pray
to their own god in their own way
Your God and my God are the same
we merely use a different name
What difference does a title make
not much at all for pity’s sake.
I will respect your point of view
Perhaps you can respect mine too.
Either one God omnipotent.
or just some cosmic accident.
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