A Paradoxial Concept
Skyscrapers of glass
and steel with spiky spires rise
over the brick houses
covered by their wide shadows.
The powerful amber sun
over the Equinox
makes them glisten
as if they were cathedrals
in which dwells
a pretentious god,
not the God I worship.
Compared to them
we are small ants crawling,
frightened by their metrical structures
that are more awesome than
the impressive Pyramids of Egypt
scorched by the intense heat.
If the deluded Babylonians
couldn't reach Heaven,
could we? Doesn't it still seem
a paradoxial concept?
Beyond the atmosphere,
there are many Heavens
once thought to be the dwelling
of the mythical and belligerent gods
who fought with the rebellious mortals.
Is our God in a similar place,
or does He dwell in each believer's heart?
Mine has no heaven, no mystical throne;
He is the only Omnipotent God
who reproves and chastens, but also loves.
Find yours not looking above,
but in the virtuous deeds you must do daily.
Written on 4/26/ 2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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