The Gift and the Curse

The Lord, of course, has always been
And so, there was no beginning

God was simply unaware
Like a sleeping child nestled midair
In a downy blanket, warm and soft,
By gentle breezes held aloft.
Why would he take the time to ponder?
Contentment breeds no need to wander.
Only man needs answers to believe in
The auspicious circumstance of just being.

Instability stirred the spirit aware.
Two naughty children refusing to share;
The commotion triggered when warmth abruptly
Became hot and cold, they could not agree.
(cold was the one who was the big shot)
Hot with no cold, and cold with no hot,
Shifting, rearranging, and fighting for space
Muscling in on the other's place.
It was in this moment God opened his eyes
And slowly began to realize
He existed!  That fact could not be ignored
Because he felt sensitivity to the discord

At first God aimed for harmony
But two naughty children would not agree.
Refusing all reason, intent on the split.
Neither would be the first to submit.
He decided, then, to allow them their will,
And that is the canon that He follows, still.
Though He worried that it might be too severe
The Lord drew hot into a gigantic sphere
And launched it, hurtling and racing through space
To settle, a brilliant fire, in it's rightful place.

We like to imagine God as all-knowing
Forever into the past.  To this man is not owing
That wisdom is only gained through the gumption
Of progressing through personal chapters of evolution.
Knowledge of anything with substance
Is only secured when armed with innocence.
The Lord formed the stars throughout his age of simplicity.
An unintended gift to man.  The cynical, hard-edged, and leathery
Soften because they can't help but be awed
By the glorious design of an uncomplicated God.

The Lord was one and alone.
At a loss of a difference of opinion.
He thought all of the thoughts
One by one, and then sought
A compelling argument in opposition.
Satan was born of God's own negative self reflection.
God understands better than anyone, the price you pay for perfection.

On some things the Creator and Satan agreed.
They were bound by the forces that held their deed.
It is something a little like inherent desire,
The curse of water and the gift of fire,
And the way that some things just can't be explained
Like how God and the Devil can seem one and the same.
Man, alone on this Earth, is intent on the heart.
Is the painful knowledge that he's meant to depart
The reason behind his search for more?
A ties not enough, we want just one more score.
If we knew death to be the final play in this game
It could be enough to drive us all insane.
And we can't help but see that there's magic afoot,
So we tell ourselves if we only be good
Death is the doorway to "milk and honey"
But on the logistics, we all disagree.
We fight for our version, what I think is true.
It all feels like one big catch twenty two.
The answers are there, we're just looking too hard
But if you're willing to search it's full of rewards.
The fact that we're here and we aim to do right
And for truth and justice we're willing to fight;
That, my friends, is the brilliance behind
The gift and the curse of the human mind.