Sacking the City of God? Really?

I had been talking a lot and writing a lot,

But a few weeks ago,

I wanted to read more and listen more,

So I delved into what Paulo Coelho writes

Dug into Ngugi Thiong’o’s ‘Grain of Wheat’ and

‘I Will Marry When I Want’

Read some more of Stephen Covey and Holy Texts

The Bhagavadgitas and the Quran and the Dhammapada

Then having circled around these

Skirting along these great mysteries

I listened, with amusement, the great

‘Hitchens v Hitchens’ debate

Two brothers tousling up on whether God is there or not

And for good effect, I watched PZ Myers’ ‘Sacking the City of God’

I watched and listened and pondered

I watched Richard Dawkins’ lectures

‘Now Praise Intelligent Design’ and ‘the Poetry of Science’

And ‘the Purpose of Purpose’

And ‘Why evolution is True’ by Jerry Coyne

And Richard Feynman on ‘the Character of Physical Law’

Brilliant minds, these,

But as for me, I believe in the great God,

Tororot, the God of the Rising Sun,

I don’t have a brilliant mind to understand these great mysteries

But at least I have faith God is there

They call Him ‘proximate cause’,

I call Him ‘Tororot, the God the Rising Sun’

He created Kacheliba Hill with its magnificent cap

He created me and has seen me grow

He is the author of my poetry

Unlike Hitchen’s ‘God is Not Great’

My Tororot is GREAT,

Yes, like Hitchens, I might not understand the mysteries

But that DOESN’T REMOVE THE FACT that Tororot is there

The order in the creation of this world sings of the glory of HIM

The kitmikai, the rock-upon-rock in Kisumu, my Tororot created it

Everything, almost, about the majesty of nature

Is in line with Truth, the Truth that Tororot is there

That is my belief and with what has happened in my life,

My Tororot is a living testimony

That might sound unscientific or plausible

But I am willing to be stupid on behalf of Tororot.