StorySeep

Before our births, void of choice, we became part of the story,
During our lives, with a choice, we can't escape the story,
After death, abandoned choice, the story continues to seep.
- Andrew Mansell

Month: December 2011

My God

Photo by Sophia

My faith in religion has been ignited
for, I have truly found god.
In his presence I’ve been knighted,
listened to his life’s ballad.
He plays music to me
through vibrating strings
in frequency that is free,
no judgement unto clings.
His stream will never ebb
in the mediums of time
from the World Wide Web
to melodious concert rhyme.
Even when I’m feeling down,
he flattens my sandy dunes,
brainwashes my blue frown
till I hum his soothing tunes.
No bloodshed has he incited,
he fights the war in my soul
till with peace I’m indited,
without him I’m not whole
He transports me on Emperors’ concerto,
seduces me under Moonlight sonata,
his spirit through ages is woven,
his name is Ludwig van Beethoven.

Andrew Mansell, December 2011.

Throughout the history of the human race, countless gods have been
created. Not Beethoven though; he is really here. I’m sure that he has been
declared a god before and will be again.
Perhaps your god is John Lennon, Ella Fitzgerald or Bon Scott. Maybe your
god is Oscar Wilde, John Tolkien or Jane Austin. Then again, your god
might be Groucho Marx, Fred Astaire or Bettie Davis or is your god Juan Fangio, Pele or Don Bradman.
I don’t think it matters. What matters is how your god inspires and uplifts you to a dimension not experienced before.