Cynthia BuhainBaello (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)
Talking About What They Do Not Believe In
I would not discourse on the workings of a gun
Complicated to me, its parts and uses, I know none.
Just as I would never attempt to converse
About brain surgery, heart transplant, or worse.
I can cover matters I know only by experience
For there I write adequately and I can make sense.
It's my observation then and this is rather common-
Many like to discuss about God, One they have never known.
So vaguely they delineate what they would blindly see
Their premise and conclusions, quite absurd theoretically.
Discussing much of Who their minds and hearts deny
Is like talking about what was not and not understanding why.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.02.14
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