One inquires: Is there really a God of whom many speak. Why should I believe it?
I shall speak of it. Let him listen
See
Do the seasons ever fail?
Nay
Does it sometimes happen that winter comes after spring, or that autumn comes before summer?
Nay
Do the leaves ever turn gold before they have fully unfurled, or are fruits ever borne before flowers have fallen away?
Nay
For, thus you see, there is Order which is behind all things, and that Order is administered as long as the world continues to be
Should there be not a One who governs all these, the world should have fallen into utter chaos and ruin long time ago
And, see
Give a little sprout some water, and a little sunlight
Will it grow or will it die?
It will grow, always
Tend an orchard with care and patience, with proper nutriment
Will its fruits be full of sweetness or be tasteless?
They will be sweet, indeed
Who, then, sustains this ever-vivid Life, which, again, is behind all things? And who animates the whole world into vibrant activity?
Should there not be a One who gives Life unto forms, the world should have fallen into death and perished long time ago
Again, see
Water freezes in coldness, then melts in warmth
Into air it vanishes upon the fire
Wind eats the mountains away
River cuts the earth
And yet new hills are risen up again
Again, see
The brightness of the sun in the heavens
The glimmering of the twilight in the dusk
The silvery sheen of the moon in the night
The stars travel in their designated tracks
The constellations tell their stories in ages unchanged
Again, see
The loveliness of love,
The harshness of hatred
The peacefulness of peace,
The bitterness of resentment
Who gives these things their very nature,
And who taught first men the goodness of good and badness of bad?
Who planted the first seed of morality in people?
Again, see
Who gives the joy of music in men’s heart
Who gives the beauty of poetry under the poet’s pen?
Who gives the merriment during the dances of the festivals
Who gives the painter’s eyes the rich colors in all that he sees?
Truly, I tell you
The tale never ends
I could speak till the mountains crumble and the seas are dried up
Till all the papers in the world are filled and every word in every language is exhausted
Yet that will still not be enough
Truly, glory of glories
You do not even need my words
For the world itself speaks
If you would listen, indeed