I think they got it wrong
Those theologians so devout.
They got it topsy-turvy
Upside down and inside out.

They said God was all knowing,
But if God already knew,
Why bother with creation?
What’s the point of me and you?

All powerful, another term
For God’s almighty reach.
Does that mean that he fashioned war
Along with love and peace?

Methinks a god that powerful
Would make a perfect world.
One with no rough edges
And everything unfurled.

It’s sounding like a prison
This existence so divine.
Maybe I’ll have a go myself,
An attempt that is all mine.

What if God is Mystery
And doesn’t have a clue?
What if we’re the answer
To a question always new?

Maybe God’s the threshold
Where what could be can arrive.
Before the knowing seals the deal
And buries what’s alive.

That makes creation here and now,
Not something long ago.
Emergence gives us agency
When there is no need to know.

I feel the freedom in these words,
At last, I start to breathe.
This world is so engaging
And I wouldn’t want to leave.

A god that stays a mystery
Needs no one to fight God’s cause.
No armies and no soldiers
And the end of endless wars.

Just think how different the world
Would be if we don’t know.
Staying curious enough to find out
Where the questions want to go.

So, upside down and inside out
The perfect place to be,
With questions as companions
Of an endless mystery.

THE END

Dedicated to the anonymous author of The Cloud of Unknowing — a theologian who knew the value of uncertainty.