I have reached an age where the only thing I know for sure, is that I know nothing for sure.

The following song says what I think..............It would appear to me, more likely that we have created God in our image, rather than the other way round. We ALL seem capable of the most wonderful acts of kindness, bravery and charity and the same time, capable of the most unspeakable acts of stupidity, greed and cruelty. However most of us know how we SHOULD behave. It is the ones in power who, for their own ends, give us permission to act on those fears and prejudices and by doing so make them respectable, who should be held responsible. We must find a way of doing this, before they 'loose the tiger', in all of us.

Spare a thought for the ordinary young men in Serbia, struggling to hold on to the better side of their nature, faced with making choices I hope I do not ever have to make.

Can we at least agree to throw the term 'ethnic cleansing' to the dustbin of history, the word is GENOCIDE.

SUCH IS THE GOD

The rose and the thorn, fine fruit and the poison,

The soldier's warning, just a young man afraid.

Through the eyes of the uncertain and the cries of believers,

Such is the God, in who's image we're made

The body of man, the heart of a woman,

Songs of bright morning and the cool evening shade.

Through the eyes of the poets and lies of deceivers,

Such is the God, in who's image we're made.

You will find in the finest of gardens,

Some small place where the wild flowers grow.

You can't train children like a gardener trains roses,

You can't thin out you just reap what you sow.

Inquisitions and witch hunts and Final Solutions,

Moral pollution that defeats it's own ends.

The obvious answer, is it always the best one?

It's wise to question both your foe and your friend.

The rose and the thorn, fine fruit and the poison,

The soldier's warning, just a young man afraid.

Through the eyes of the uncertain and the cries of believers,

Such is the God, in who's image we're made

The body of man, the heart of a woman,

Songs of bright morning and the cool evening shade.

Through the eyes of the poets and lies of deceivers,

Such is the God, in who's image we're made.

Do you join in the song that everyone's singing?

Do you follow the path just because it's well trod?

Is faith just a way to avoid hard decisions?

Religions are man-made, not made by God.

Roger Gall 1996.