I’m struggling to see
that the universe
is much bigger than me.
What puzzles me and I
-is myself.
Thoughts of the creator,
who was never created,
but rather existed existentially.
Beyond our beliefs,
lies a thing we could
never understand-
The reach of God’s hand,
could we all be here standing
below his fingertips?
Who knows?
My understanding is earthly,
humanitarian as I try to imagine
what that hand looks like.
Or is it a hand at all?
Is it just a wafting presence,
a glow around us?
God Created The Flies,
and the worm that ate
at Apathetic Happiness.
He was a second of shade,
which withered into Death Wishes.
So be still the anger
of misunderstandings,
and spare this great city
from spiritual darkness.
