I lost my mind
Yet found a god.
Not yours
Nor Abraham's
Nor one I've met before.
It came between this world
And the one that lies beneath.
Reached forth with countless arms
That sought to caress relief.
It did not make the world
It merely rolled the dice.
We were a fluke of sorts.
An unexpected development
In the petri dish of life.
It is a scientist you see
That tinkered with what would be.
No omniscience
No omnipotence
Just a conscience none too clean.
For it despairs as much as we
At the horrors that have come to be.
I see now it has no power
To alter what has begun
No more than we can
Alter the colour of our sun.
Once I would rage at the sky
Calling yours a Sod.
Now I understand
For I have met Oh,
He/she/it is now my god.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
I lost my mind
Yet found a god.
Not yours
Nor Abraham's
Nor one I've met before.
It came between this world
And the one that lies beneath.
Reached forth with countless arms
That sought to caress relief.
It did not make the world
It merely rolled the dice.
We were a fluke of sorts.
An unexpected development
In the petri dish of life.
It is a scientist you see
That tinkered with what would be.
No omniscience
No omnipotence
Just a conscience none too clean.
For it despairs as much as we
At the horrors that have come to be.
I see now it has no power
To alter what has begun
No more than we can
Alter the colour of our sun.
Once I would rage at the sky
Calling yours a Sod.
Now I understand
For I have met Oh,
He/she/it is now my god.
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