God's Kind of Poetry Over Lunch

God’s Kind Of Poetry Over Lunch It starts off like a molecule but much smaller God goes on vacation in that deep ocean there within It takes centuries at great speeds to find the place To locate the center of supernatural nutrition When He arrives, lunch is prepared and waiting He leaves scientists and artists up above with love On Earth as His replacements While He takes some time Dines in high majestic fashion Trusts us to carry on with His creation And poets are left behind to find their lines and inspiration Without a care in His Divine, creative intervention Atoms are His favorite things to eat The ones with charm and magnetic delicious emissions He saves diamond elements for later The small shiny ones, for forever afternoons to savor And never needs a spoon to find positions of His food Circling in orbit in their own electron or electric heavens He snacks on them in a dawn song of soup and coffee With angels in the molecules The minuscule zone is full of holes. (Some are holy) Moving through old, new, original particles much smaller Where creation begins along with salted matter When He returns, He offers poets some special crackers And some lines, preserved over time, that they forgot Created on 9/20/14 for God’s Kind Of Poetry Contest