Blasphemous Belief

"Un hombre que ha sido deseal
y con el que fueron desleales
puede sentir de pronto, al cruzar la calle,
una misteriosa felicidad
que no viene del laldo de la ezperanza
sino de una antigua inocencia,
de su propia raiz o de un dios disperso,

Sabe que no debe mirarla de cerca
porque hay razones mas terribles que tigres
que le demonstran su obligacion
de ser un desdichado,
pero humildimente recibe
esa felicidad, esa rafaga"

("Alguien," Jorge Luis Borges)

Iv'e decided that
Happiness
is not just a feeling
but a Choice,
and that God,
(if she exists),
eternal,
all knowing,
alive,
is a fringe benefit
a bonus
or a welcome surprise
pleasant,
heady wine,
warm sunshine
and quite possibly
far better
than ice cream

It is people
who are wretched
and worthy,
no matter how
broken
and battered up
inside (or out)
in pain
and have themselves
tormented others,
the people who need
caring for,
and craving
to belong,
unwelcome,
unpleasant,
impossible,
horrible,
it is the perhaps
the people
hardest to care about
that makes the notion
of God a possibility,
if not
a necessity.