Oh God
Awe might he
Creator of heaven unearth
Your sun trying to peer through
What is mirrorly mist
Between every human face
Won and the same
Unending cycles
Set up for yielding
What is seeing bye many
As a lode of crop
This short poem plays with that deep mystery and sublimely thin veil between humans, and between humans and what many would call God. Talking about God is almost as dangerous as not talking about God. Speaking with humans is much the same. Humans are endowed with unfathomable faculties. And religion is full of it. Life presents humans with awesome and baffling experiences weather we pay close attention or knot. I am inescapably intrigued by diving into the deep end of life — even a mist warnings of shallow waters, or quiet impossibly, that there is know pool.
