The Divine Society...

"Benevolent and forgiving,
The Father of all that’s living,
He stands only for the right,
Sin, and He shall surely smite.

Confess, rue, and expiate,
For the Will you did vitiate,
Don’t let the devil manifest,
Peacefully your soul will rest."

Warning thus from the pulpit,
Of the fate awaiting a misfit,
He exhorted a life of virtue,
Emptying pews into the queue.

But, didn’t He create us all,
Sire desires big and small?
Why would He let me do it?
To bait me into the guilt pit?

God, for all his infinite wisdom,
Couldn’t decide what He prefers,
Scattered life around at random,
And now arks the one that defers!

Mysterious, indeed, His way,
Or so, the sermon did betray!

We, though, know better,
The tenets of a life of rectitude,
Described in spirit and letter,
Per the whims of the multitude.

Deity, piety and propriety,
Are but what we do define;
The collective ken of society,

Is as ancient as the divine.

If in God you do trust,
Live by our laws you must,
For what He does like and despise,
More than him, we do recognize.