IN HIS IMAGE

IN HIS IMAGE A fly landed on my finger I saw its myriad eyes staring at me Its many eyeballs searched my face It was looking for answers It asked questions From what depths those questions came I know not but instantly I I knew the answers For the simple reason, I knew I was human It was my sense of who I was That I knew its questions Hadn’t we all asked those same questions But what I didn’t know was Did this fly have a need to know Sure, I was bigger, stronger, and more knowledgeable But did the fly need to know those answers I had asked those same questions in my youth They were “Why am I here, who made me and where am I going?” Questions to ask a God Because to them I am a God “By God,” he said, “ Flies I - am – God In all his fake humility he thought of himself the God in human skin.