God: The Mirrored Mask

If God were in fact a man,
he'd be absent of wonder.
He'd be as lonley as any man could ever be.

Just like an empty well
where you call out a name
and all you hear
is an echo of self.

If God were that empty well,
we'd fill it with
gas
to create an illusion that it is full.

Yet it would be such an insincere substance,
an absence of matter,
like a mirage on a smokey skyline.

Like an artist stokes their brush,
overwhelmed with that feeling
of creation, they let their mind express
the patterns formulated by the conscious
wonders and ]
fears.

The artists steps back,
observes,
wonders if this is a product of self.
Maybe a gift from a foreign spirit,
the illusionary heavens.

For God (If Man or Women, Spirit or Concept)
can never ponder such things.
It is such a thing.

God: such a lonely creature
drifting through the sky,
swiming through the seas,
creating illusions,
destroying the lives
of those who wish not to beleive.

"Beleive! You must beleive," shouts the fearful ones.

In the distance,
behind those beleivers I see
a shadow,
a reflection of my imagine in the silvery waters.

This is
something we see. Yet, do we know it's there?

I don't see any trace of God yet it could be
something I feel. Like the rain
hitting my skin.
But that could be my illusion. My mirage.

I see Gods face
in the
banks.
In the billboard signs or the powerlines.
In the oil tanks and junkyards.
On the wasps and all of the blind animals.
The roadkill.
The cars head lights.
The perscription bottles and bibles on shelves.
In the ever so empowering word
'Goverment'.

The reason is that God to humans,
is an unknowingly reflection of self.
It is us in which we fear.

We wear a mirrored masks,
to scared to laugh
at our own senseless fears.