Wholly God

I know existence is eternity; that it is fleeting is but a facade. I know that life is more than what we see. I know that altogether we are God. I know that part cannot contain the whole: In literal terms, one small grain of sand cannot convey the Earth’s entire soul, but still it’s true constituent of land. The prayers inside my head I know are heard but not by Someone hidden in a cloud; a God outside myself just seems absurd. We all are with Divinity endowed. I don’t mean Deity’s just in our heads, but God is like the Fabric; we’re the threads.