Measuring God
How are you going to do it?
How do you weigh the Infinite?
How do you measure the Absolute?
How do you test the IQ of Omniscience?
Would you measure God for a suit?
Would you ask His age,or how much
money He has in the Bank of Heaven?
What about race, or His education?
What are His interests, likes or dislikes,
pet peeves, political opinions? Or
maybe you want to ask just one thing
only: What are His dreams, His loves?
Only you humans would ask God such,
only you would try to scale Divinity,
only you can breed such arrogance--
the tiger burning bright asks for no
accounting, nor does the deer as it's
slain, nor the eagle as it soars nor
the reptile as it slithers--but YOU
do, you creature of singular gifts!
You want to take the measure of
the Creator, though you've been
told you're made in His image,
something not told to the lion
or the polar bear or the butterfly
and still you want to measure Him....
But why?
Why must you always try put
God...in...a...box?
You made untold numbers of idols,
all reflecting your vanity, not His.
And then when He came to you as
one of you, a human being, what did
you do? You could not understand
how God could speak so simple and
true, you could not grasp what He
offered you, and so, you killed Him.
A few of the wisest of you knew,
knew it was never God you tested,
never God you wanted to take hold of,
never God you wanted to understand:
It was you all along you wanted to see,
that thing called a soul, which you both
doubted and longed for, that thing even
death could not harm, that Being of Air
and Light you saw in the Man crucified....
[rec'd n/a in Brian Strand's New Contest #8, August, 2020]
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2020
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