The Veil of God

You are not a big bang sort of guy A singularity of innate law Exploding into the flaw of fatal me. You are no Higg's bosun in a collider With flimsy presence in a husk of time That needs a dented space for relevance Nothing troubles there my faith. I believe You can fully dwell infinite you in finite me, And I disintegrate here where faith begins. I know this flesh is something more in worth And meaning to the scheme of things, but logic Has left me dried. I feel there still the me inside The image of your presence veiled. I know Adam's clothes was a deeper metaphor for this, Your presence needing me to exist.