Faith in Nothing

 

 

 

Faith in nothing

Rather than faith in God

Is a moronic belief acknowledgement

I can’t help but appal.

 

And to base such

On the scholarship of science

Is to climb to the dizzying heights

Of appalling nonsense.

 

When did nothing

Stop becoming something

And start reproducing itself

As simply nothing?

 

Faith in nothing

Rather than faith in God

Does not make any kind of sense

At all, at all, at all.

 

And more incredibly,

Scientists actually believe this

And often frown on theists

And God dismiss!  

 

The heavens declare

And scientists should see

That nothing could not be credited

For this reality.

 

Faith in something

However nonsensical it may be

Has considerably more going for it

Than a nothing reality.

 

 

When nothing is the matter

Then anything can be

And when everything is nothing

This is insanity.

 

Need I say more

Regarding faith in nothing?

No, not until such faith adherents show

Nothing producing something.

 

Faith in nothing?

Rather than faith in God

Is like a self-made computer

Built from nothing at all.

 

Stewart Russell © May 23, 2024

 

What Say You?

 

 

Can you count the stars

Or the sands on the shore?

How long would this task take you

For you to be sure?

 

Have you ever had a meal

And called out for more?

Of all that this meal had entailed

Were you sure?

 

From whence came that meal

That delighted you so?

Did it drop out of thin air

As far as you know?

 

 

 

And that delightful meal

Did you not think of the cook?

Or did you think maybe the recipe

Was created by a book?

 

No doubt you gave up

Trying to count the stars

For whatever number you reached

They were more by far.

 

 

And the sand on the shore

A fingertip would be too much,

If your life had depended on it

You’d be out of luck.

 

Did the stars in the sky

And the sands on the shore

Just appear out of a big bang?

Of this are you sure?

 

The mountains and hills

The rivers and the lakes

All the oceans and all the seas

Did they themselves make?

 

And that delightful meal

Of which you partook,

Would you seriously consider

It was made by a book?

 

 

Nonsense you would say

If it were made by a book,

From the get-go you’d be inclined

To think of a cook.

 

Whatever has been made

Must have a maker,

Anything that has been innovated

Must have an innovator.

 

The heavens declare

They are God’s handywork,

And God’s greatest creation ever

He fashioned from dirt.

 

In His very own image

Almighty God created man

And to personally relate to him

Was always God’s plan.

 

Man’s ability to create

And his facility to organize

Is testimony of the Creator God

Of the earth and skies.

 

So, what say you?

I ask you once more,

Can you count the stars

Or the sands on the shore?

 

Are you among the elect

God has given to His Son

And that His Holy Word shows

Is in His kingdom?

 

What say you?

Have you answered His call

Understanding that only God’s Son

Can draw you to God?

 

If the heavens declare,

Should we not much more

Being far more valuable to God

Than stars or shores?

 

Stewart Russell © June 4, 2024