Electric Rabbit God
Scientific minds are forever racing God
like greyhounds pursuing electric rabbits
tongues hanging from frothing mouths
explaining miracles away with equations-
They'll never catch infinity or bottle perfection
nor can they put a patent on heaven
they call miracles by a different name
The sick and weathered are closer to God
they can gleen spectacular from mundane
their palms are open - have the etchings of Christ
they don't have to race the electric rabbit
it hops over to them, willingly.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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