I walked upon and across the waters,
to a chapel on the stormy sea.
Inside there was an altar of gold,
and a peculiar effigy.
My eyes beheld it's white marble face,
my mind paid homage to it's maker.
And when I finally turned my gaze,
I spied the hermit undertaker.
I asked him: "Who's effigy is that?"
He pointed to the Greek word for God.
"He, the almighty?" I enquired,
the hermit gave me a deathly nod.
I turned from him to the statuette,
But what I saw surely couldn't be.
For as I peered with widened eyes,
I saw that the figure there was me.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
I walked upon and across the waters,
to a chapel on the stormy sea.
Inside there was an altar of gold,
and a peculiar effigy.
My eyes beheld it's white marble face,
my mind paid homage to it's maker.
And when I finally turned my gaze,
I spied the hermit undertaker.
I asked him: "Who's effigy is that?"
He pointed to the Greek word for God.
"He, the almighty?" I enquired,
the hermit gave me a deathly nod.
I turned from him to the statuette,
But what I saw surely couldn't be.
For as I peered with widened eyes,
I saw that the figure there was me.
© Copyright Mr. James P Machen 26/08/2014 for viewing only. May not be replicated.
Just to clarify, I haven't got a God complex (at least not all the time), though hopefully you as a reader can realise this upon examination of the title.
θεός is the Greek word used to represent God, just in case anybody was curious.
© Copyright Mr. James P Machen 26/08/2014 for viewing only. May not be replicated.
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