Colin F. Jones

~ A Search for Truth ~
PREFACE

~ 1 ~

Though wholesome or perplexed by naivety,
I have seen in my lifetime many men fall,
My mind is open seeking perpetual verity,
Thus my debate is not biased at all.
Perhaps I’m a humanist; in some ways I am,
Certainly a realist ; things are what they are,
I don’t have a clue when and how life began,
Nor why the Earth spins around a hot star.
Yet I wish I could believe in a creator,
Oh, I concede it is likely there’s one somewhere,
But I am a thinker more than a debater,
Distraught with the traumas of care.
Thus I persist with the cruel logic of nature,
As possessing all of the truth on earth we might share.

~ 2 ~

We survive only because some people die,
In our struggle to always win,
It involves more than an eye for an eye;
There is no such thing as terrible sin.
Survival is the fundamental desire,
An instinct that is born from fear,
More than our lot we cannot acquire
Death is an umpire true and clear.
Nature always balances the scales,
Wisdom lives in her savage way,
All who oppose her ultimately fails,
Life must perish and eventually decay;
Tis a simple formula that nature details
No matter what we may think or say.

~ 3 ~

What is the value of a debate with a Priest,
Who speaks with indoctrinated thought,
Who is unable to perceive at the least,
Anything more than what he was taught.
How can he understand fiction and fact,
How can he separate one from the two,
He cannot with reason to argument react,
By expressing an unbiased view.
It might well be said that my view is the same,
But it can’t be; since I do not believe,
That theory is fact; only gain,
In the manipulation of Emotional relief.
Debate cannot exist in the indoctrinated brain,
For the others view, it cannot perceive.

~ 4 ~

I wonder if God's Angels have rifles,
Their swords would be outdated today,
Those they might be ordered to slaughter
Could be victims not easy to slay.
What happened to Melchizedek the immortal,
Who has no beginning and consequently no end,
If he was given life that he live it forever,
What from his disappearance can we comprehend.
I ask those who believe so blindly,
What do they know about what they believe,
‘Tis a question I ask most kindly,
Lest the wrath of their ire I receive.
For I seek to put all falseness behind me,
For the truth can never deceive.

~ 5 ~

Give me something solid, that Isn’t a dream,
Something to grasp that is not aloof,
Something simple that is not extreme,
Something real that is bound in the truth.
Show me the path that leads us to peace
That is not littered with the debris of war,
Tell me the date when terror will cease,
When people will not die anymore.
You can’t tell me, because you don’t know,
Like me you only know you will die,
And if I turned to the false row that you hoe,
I would be living no more than a lie.
For belief is only an assumption at best,
And faith but a hopeful request.

~ 6 ~

I am not an Atheist because I do not know,
If the God you pray too is false or true,
It is simply a place where I cannot go,
For when I look I see a different view;
Not one that discounts what you believe,
Nor defines the Church as being wrong,
But that imagined thoughts do not perceive,
A factual place where truth belongs.
I cannot describe what I do not know,
Nor believe something I think a myth,
That exist as thoughts carved on the brain,
That is accepted as some sacred gift,
That having no such molestation ingrained,
I am from such moorings a long way adrift.

~ 7 ~

My reaction is to what I trust is fair claimed,
By religious folk who with another’s voice,
As though all their souls to them were chained
(Given in childhood no real free choice).
Confuse the facts with faith and hope,
Opinion and assumption with known truth,
Conforming to the doctrines of a dictatorial Pope,
Who hides from the world in a bullet proof booth.
I am aware of the advances of men and women,
Who cure disease, and invent new ways,
To help us to cope without being forgiven,
For being ourselves, wanting to extend our days.
For we all long to become immortal,
But the old flower simply decays.

~ 8 ~

I am aware that to pray for the prayer,
Is a satisfaction in itself perceived
But it provides only a temporary layer,
Of that which is never received.
For there is no evidence to show that a prayer
Is ever answered by the creator God;
Never revealing any presence there,
To lighten the burden where the worshipers plod.
There is no reward for doing things good,
No elimination of suffering and pain,
No prevention of the shedding of blood,
No dignity that the old folk retain;
Just a mystery that is not understood,
By our inadequate still primitive brain.

©Copyright February 5, 2009 by Colin F. Jones