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.
Copyright © Norberto Franco Cisneros | Year Posted 2024
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