Sorry Profpat, but you know that those defining the undefinable as useful invites commentary on such, for what's to prevent anyone from declaring anything just because they say so. Hundreds of cults invented today gain followers tomorrow. No hard feelings, I'm sure, because you said you like to think.
The Vanishing
God is losing his definition in stone,
As his sworn traits disappear one by one,
In a retreat to higher ground that is
Outside of space, time, and all existence.
He made Adam fully formed, without a navel;
Now, an asterisk on page one of the
Philippine Catholic bible says no,
Don’t take it literally—it’s just a tale.
So, because of evolution’s record,
God’s bible was no longer written in
Plain text for the common man, but now is
Open to the interpretations of guesses.
God’s become aloof—he just started the Bang
And let the design gradually evolve
Over thirteen billion years into man,
The “endless” universe a mere backdrop.
He no longer intercedes in causes,
Except in the nebulous ones they claim,
Like improved hearing or being safe from harm,
But he never heals amputees or appears.
For the latest is that he must stay hidden,
Even if the miracles of his son
Were very much out in the open to see—
Better that no one know clearly of him.
So there is faith—blind trust in the unknown.
Believe or be tortured—or has this, too,
The Word of God, become inoperable?
Only the supernatural realm remains?
Why is the old testament out of use
In many churches, in favor of the new?
Was it divine revelation or not?
Are not his fits of a good role model?
OK, so science has found that the universe
Operates just as it would without him,
That evil spirits don’t lead to bad health,
That brain imbalances can lead to sins.
He is the intelligent designer that
Is deducible from not understanding design,
But wait, he is of infinite design—
Now I know that something had to make him!
Devil, Hell, the bible, intercession, etc.,
Are all gone now—he is undefinable,
Protected from the knowing, safe, away:
Still claimable as an unseeable unknowable!
He just is, the same as the universe
Cannot be, leaving us all on our own,
Just as is the case that’s seen by science;
Now we’re a planned random accident.
Terrorists now go to war in his name;
It’s all going astray—the design fails;
If I knew where the great designer stays,
I’d question his mysterious(insane) ways.
What is left of the vanishing phantom?
More features have fallen than I’ve listed—
The extraordinary superstition
Remains only as a desire of a wish.