CREEDS

“I don’t believe in God.”

I’ve heard dozens of people say that.

When younger I’d react - and argue.

Now that I’m old, I just become quiet

and talk about what you just said

behind your back - but to myself - within

the walls of my inner room - my mind.

I hear myself saying things like,

“Well, I’ll believe in God for you!”

Or I hear God arguing with you, “It’s like you saying, ‘I don’t believe I had a mom or dad - or for that matter grandparents."

Or, “I don’t believe in the color green

or the color of the autumn leaves.”

Or God’s best come back, saying with

a smile, “Good thing, I believe you exist.”

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016