The God of my childhood dealt impartial justice
from a glorious throne in the heavenly realm,
to which, if I was good, I could aspire.
My childhood God had three parts;
the Father who was both Creator and Judge,
yet cared, paternally for every hair upon my head;
His Son, who had paid for my sins by being crucified
and become an intermediary with his Father for me,
and, thirdly, the Holy Ghost, which was scary
and I didn't understand.
The God of my childhood was set apart, holy,
but the doctrine was hardly credible,
and so effectively discarded
The God of adulthood became lip-service,
to the unrealistic fantasies of formalised faith
wrapped in liturgy and sacrament.
Yet, when personal experience forced a rethink,
I could only revert to childhood's story,
knowing no other concept of divinity.
Honesty then demanded further research
seeking truth amongst the potholes
of the broken path to divinity;
seeking something that
This website is the on-going result
of that search.