An Impersonal God

Perhaps the Absolute is
purely impersonal.
Why do I think this
might be?
I don’t think a personal
God would allow so
much evil, so much
injustice in this world.
140 women and girls
murdered daily.
About 53 people murdered
every hour.
Hundreds to thousands to
millions of children sex
trafficked yearly.
I cannot believe a loving
personal God would
allow that.
I can believe an impersonal
God would be impervious
to it.

Bob Boyd

Night of the Vampires

As the sun rose
the vampires receded.
Another night’s respite
from the fears and
the horrors.
Another chance to
plan ways to rid
ourselves of the
vampiric menace.
But the vampires
kept increasing as
more of us were
drained of blood
and turned into them.
I wish this could have
been one of those
stories where evil
lost and good won.
But in the end we
had to flee the
land we loved and
the vampires won.
Now we fear we’ll
never be far enough
from them, as some
of them were our
kin, and we fear
they’ll come for us
no matter the seas,
the mountains, the
lands between us.

Bob Boyd

Insignificance in the Impermanence

I’m less than a pinpoint in the vast outreaches
of space. I’m not of much significance as one
of the billions of humans on this planet. Even
if I had risen to international prominence, I hope
I could have the same realistic appraisal of my
existence and a realistic humility about my
insignificance in the grander scheme of
whatever is the unfathomable purpose of this
fleeting and unpredictable life. I have to remind
myself of that as a sort of reality check from
time to time, not that I get on a high horse
about myself, but sometimes I forget about
how insignificant humans are in the entirety
of this universe and this impermanent world.

Bob Boyd