Perhaps Only If All This Is True

Frankly, as far as I can see

There’s no other way for me

To make sense of Your world

Into which we’ve been hurled,

That’s filled with such misery,

Hatred, strife and barbarity,

Than to think it may likely be

A mere dream, not a reality,

A drama perhaps, just a play,

To amuse Yourself Your chosen way,

Because if truly real it were to be,

It might be just too much for me,

Just too much for me to bear,

Too much to believe You care

For all of us here mortals mere,

And that You truly hold us dear.

Could it, I wonder, possibly be

That You are the sole reality,

So that every being and thing

In this world of great suffering,

All the entities in Your universe,

Are You in forms myriad, diverse,

And all actions they seem to do

Are actually done only by You,

With You being the Sole Doer,

You the one and only Actor?

If this be so, then logically,

It would be, it seems to me,

You who’s alone experiencing

All the world’s great suffering,

Not anyone else but only You:

You the Sole Experiencer, too.

Perhaps only if all this is true

Can I truly have faith in You,

And maybe this is the only way

That I can honestly say

That despite how it appears to be

Your world makes sense to me.