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.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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