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(“I Am a Worm and not a Man.”)
Psalm 22:6


Is He an Earthworm who shoves through sand?
With amazing hunger, strength and toil,
Changing filth and muck to soil,
So that someday we will see,
A full grown, well fed, Mustard Tree?


Or is He Tapeworm inside our minds?

Turning what was cruel to kind,

Repairing our O.S. from within,

So we may interface with Him?


Both choices work
I think,
As we:

Need so much help to finish free.
So both are truth, not poetry.
Oh  Lord who made the
Whippoorwill,
And sprinkled Wild Flowers
On the hill,

And set aflame the starry sky,
And painted Rainbows wild
On high!                

Oh Lord who stained pink,
bleeding Mars
Who fashions  
Worlds and countless Stars!

Who understands the  
Mountain Storm,
Yet keeps the
Tiny Dove from harm!

You who’ve guided countless ships,
And Astronauts on epic trips,

Look now upon my
Helpless plight,                                                                                
And keep my 'putor running right!
Neurotics build castles in the air.
Psychotics move into them
Aspergians think long and hard
About castles in the Air    
  And then design real blueprints. 
Neurotypicals take the blueprints and
 With their superior social skills, 
Organize their actual construction.                                                    ­     Psychiatrists sit back and collect the rent.
He said the word and out of dust 
The Galaxies were hurled
For whom the Nebulae unwound                   
 And the Universe unfurled!     
For Whom by the THUNDER IN HIS VOICE
 THE FIERY STARS UNCURLED!    

He made every kind of rock     
From Amethyst to Geode.                      
By the spittle in His mouth
The Mighty Oceans flowed.
 For Him the Arctic lands 
Turned white
When by His will it snowed!
For Him the Mountains of the sky
Shouldered up their load.                                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                          
Praise the High and Mighty Genius 
Who created all of these: 
Nebula, 
Amoebas
 Great Forests full of Trees!   
He blew out from His mighty breath,
The Hurricane and Breeze!                                                                    ­                                                  
He planned all the Planet's paths;  
 Equinoxes and ellipse!
Apogee and perigee,  
Occultings and eclipse! 
He caused the mighty floods
And great torrents full of mists!

 He spitted out the LIGHTNING BOLTS 
And the Clouds of Silver Rains!
What He says, 'GO'  
Is gone like that,
And what He saves, remains!                                                                                                               
He makes the Plains as Mountains High     
And the Mountains High as Plains.
He colors bright the Star-sets wild,
And the Nebulae He Stains!  

He made the All of Everything  
Throughout the Multiverse.
He causes brand new Stars to light 
While others run their course.  
He gives each Life its own Free Will
For better or for worse.    

He catches all the THUNDERING WINDS     
And the breeze’s tiny sigh. 
He made the tiny Field Mouse       
And the soaring Eagles high; 
He paints the colors of the
Winds against the ageless Sky!                                                                   ­                                                       He threw the Devil from his place
Among the Holy Stars.   
He molded out proud Venus       
And He crafted ancient Mars.   
 He praises all His Lives for Peace 
And punishes for wars.
He flung by multi-handfuls out,   
The rainbow colored Stars.  

Praise the One Who made the Worlds,     
The Moons and Nebulae  
And made the ancient world of Mars
With its bleeding glorious sky!
He made Earth and Jupiter                                                                  ­                     
And painted Saturn's rings!
He made the Thrush,
And Whip-Poor-Will,  
 And the Nightingale who sings.  

He made the gentle, snow white Dove 
The  Peacock's fiery Tail.
He made the Minds of Undersea;       
 The Dolphin 
 And the WHALE!     
                    
Like a Master Weaver 
Weaved He       
Evolution's  path,        
Coloring life with humor,
Love, elegance and wrath!

He made the Universe a place  
That danced and came alive,
With every kind of Creature,   
Using all ways to survive!
The whirling worlds His Potter's Wheel
What Darwin sought His fiery kiln
To forge a Man So strong and smart
He takes the nest of stars by storm!

God shapes His clay. Behold a sponge!
He shapes some more. He has a fish
That dances in the waters deep
And Jesus laughs and claps His hands!
As yet they do not know.

God shapes His clay a  little more
Soon a creature stands before
Him on its little legs.
The creature walks but yet still swims!
God calls: His creatures walk on land!
But still they do not know.

God shapes His clay a little more
Soon dancing Dragons, Birds and Bears.
And Jesus dances on and on
But still they do not know.

Then finally, the Dawn of Man
The clay Lump wakes and knows!

A zillion mothers nourish young
a zillion fathers fight and mate

A Zillion years of fear and joy
A zillion years of pain and love
A billion years of work and stress
Of starving times and spilling blood.

All of this the price God paid
To make a Man of Mud.
Man can watch a TV show
And put it on to tape,
Catching those fleeting ethereal waves For future watching's sake.

Surely God can watch a Mind And see its brain waves soaring free
And on His Celestial Videotape
Make sure that Soul will always be!

We can take a pile of films
That are black and white and glum

And re-edit them and change their tint
To all the colors neath the Sun!

Surely God can take our Souls
That are old and dull and sad
And reedit us and change our Moods
To Rainbow, Technicolor glad!
Barren windswept place:
The Man-Ape stands on two legs
And realizes God!

Earth is rich and warm
Wanderer takes small seeds and
Gives back to the soil!

Should Humans be Slaves?
Let us catch the wind and make
It push our boats!

Child stands by the sea;
Are there other lands out there?
Let us go and see!

Small silver Spider
Webless, comes forth from its womb
Man now knows TWO worlds!

Red fiery Mountains!
Mars-winds howl out their anger!
No use; Man has come!

Deep night. Stars glow strong
The little Starship shoots on
In the hands of God!

The shuttle craft zooms
Low, over the new World. Look!
Man is not alone!

The galaxy: full
Of Life. Friends and foes,
Adventure. Knowledge!

Golden wheels, waltzing
Whirling in the velvetness
Mankind comes to live.

The Golden Being
Soars over His turning worlds.
Calls. His Children come!

Star-set of the worlds.
The God-Sons float like FIRE-FLIES.
Safe airless freedom!

Ylem explodes. Its
dust Like Phoenixes, become
New Worlds! Time Begins again!
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