Is god no more than a superstition? Do you look toward the clouds after hearing the preacher talk about ted nugent and cat scratch fever? What the hay is cat scratch fever? And do you wonder just what the hay he was talking about when he spoke about the cedars, that one man saw profit there, while the preacher, good man that he is, saw a kind of beauty he has the luxury to enjoy? And they passed around a plate at the end of it all, i didn'’ have a penny to pay. sO i got me a pen and a paper, and I made up my own little sign…
Men to whom god is dead worship one another. So wrote the crews, gospel singer, circa 1968. Wonder how ole harry is doing today, probably retired.
How does one take hold of the concept of god? How does one arrive at more than a superstition? Or does one leave god out of it all, now and forever, amen?
Or do you think, yeah, well, there’s time. I can make do there at the last moment. And for all we know, that works. Take hold at the last moment.
Or are you one of those that does not credit a “god”? I mean, look around, right, walk into any flavor of ice cream you think you might like and where does it lead? May they all go to hell, except for cave 19? Cave 19 is living la vida loco. Walk into one or ten, not one in ten is in agreement. “Even now, one laughs.”
Or do you figure god is an evolution of things, of thought, of the times?
Curious is all. Lately, I’m wondering if my own faith is nothing more than superstition. Strike me dead kinda thing, quick glance at the cloudy sky.