‘To the Skeptic Who Denies God’ and Other Poetry by James Sibert The Society January 10, 2013 Poetry 5 Comments To the Skeptic Who Denies God You want me to prove to you my God exists. “The burden of proof is on you,” you insist; But when my lips open, you only resist. You try to use logic to tear me apart; You pull out your jargon to get a head start, And don’t know I see through this right to your heart. You say all my arguments have been refuted; Before you heard me, though, you had me muted; You tell me I’m stupid, religious, deluded. You shut yourself out from reality’s blessing; Your fantasy world without God is digressing While blinding your eyes to the trap you’re caressing. I don’t mind the names and I don’t mind the mocking; You’re showing God true with the way that you’re talking, Attacking my person and how I am walking. But I know God won’t hold against you your past, If you ever tire of your spiritual fast; And I’m praying one day you’ll come home at last. Sonnet IX: On Phil. 4:19 and Matt. 6:33 Why dost thou yearn, my soul, for that which bears No fruit? Why longest with a deep desire For things that only perish in the fire? Thy fleshly craving builds up and repairs Thy curséd nature; ill thy reft soul fares When thou to nothing higher dost aspire But, destitute, ly’st grov’lling in the mire, Where sin thy good discretion warps and tears. My soul, why walkest thou like unto this? For all thou needest thy God well supplies, And fleshly satisfaction bears no good Thou mayest profit from; thou’lt blessings miss From heaven’s riches. Therefore let thine eyes Gaze upward, from where blessings truly flood. James Sibert is a Mechanical Engineering student and poet living in Colorado. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses E.S. Greywolf January 11, 2013 You say that flesh is nothing less than sin, that embracing life on Earth can only win destruction of my heart-soul in the end. That attitude of yours “godly” priests have held, while burning women who don’t fit your mold, molesting children, cloaked in robes of God. You say pleasures of skin divert attention from the mythical realm that you call heaven; while ignoring all painful work needed now to create, at last, Eden from human hell. Reply Elena January 13, 2013 James, your poem ”To the Skeptic Who Denies God” is very well written and I enjoyed it very much, especially the closing lines: ”But I know God won’t hold against you your past, If you ever tire of your spiritual fast; And I’m praying one day you’ll come home at last.” So true of some friends of mine, you expressed it perfectly! Reply AJ January 22, 2013 Genuine truth is timeless, and that’s what makes poetry like this so special. It’s brilliant art in its best form. Reply Bob February 8, 2013 Wonderfully written, my kind of poem. People deny Christ because they don’t know the truth. Reply James Ph. Kotsybar July 18, 2013 DILEMMA — James Ph. Kotsybar Faith is often blind, and that seems tragic. It drops to its knees, humble and devout. Science’s problem is lack of magic. It can’t accept the mystical throughout. Each sees light stream through a prism of glass. The pious think of stained-glass and God’s bliss, and all but simplicity they let pass. They have no need for a hypothesis. The logical need to know how light’s bent, and measure photon wavelength to decide if particle-waves end the argument or there are more dimensions to divide. The first has all the answers that it needs. The other must seek before it accedes. Reply Leave a Reply to E.S. Greywolf Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.