POEM: That Most Slalom Prey

I see God as too big for any one religion or worldview. I discover truth in so many forums, of awe kinds. I see a transcendent abundance inviting me into overwhelming gratitude. The wrest is details of any given branding project.

That Most Slalom Prey

My God
Isn’t
Big enough
Fore won religion
To be fare
A perennial brand
Like Coke
Or IBM
Awe the same
Patently falls
As truth begs
Me ails wear
In treating me
Stern and aft
To what
It’s awe a boat
In a fathom less see
As ponder us
As wood be
Soully axing
That wee
Follow the ruse to the maxim
Wile drunk on port and star bored
Just saying
Know soliciting
In pre-paring
For the buy and buy
A veritable alms race
Of never enough
Calling up
On me
That most slalom prey
Of undistinguished power
Peaked
As summit
Afar a field
Wear heaven metes earth
Until holy grounded

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