I can feel the g-od’s of my ancestors calling me From the horizon and finality They are silent They seek no form in stone from us For stone is corrupt able and they are not It’s an abomination
They despised the way the humans disgraced their form Though they are kind about it Sending thieves, sending wind and sand they remove this idol And blessing us with things new
I ask what do they seek....? I ask how do we please?
But I realize they have all things in their ability
The Bible warns they seek no sacrifice Why would they give a live birth for a corpse in return? They made the life to live...
There was might in those days of old. 120 years of life for a man.
There shall be might in these times if we take it easy and breathe
The bounty of a persons heart shall share truths of his long days here to be inherited by those who have ears
Even our faulty sciences tell us matter and energy never are destroyed
But I blindly look to how things are created But My own fear lets me not see
For man was meant to be upright in mind and to only see the things given to his own blinking eye
Imagination wander not into the lust of lusts, the evil eye upon the creators possessions
Where does this worship of many g-od’s fall into Christianity?
The lord surely showed his might when he said have no g-d’s before me!
Then these idols fall fail once again to the wind They fall prey to thieves’ lusts for gold, the wind and the sands which corrupt.
I still search outside They search for worship The Bible says things which never pass away
It is a hard book of scrolls in which the reader seeks life and finds it not for in them it says you shall seek life in them
Oh, how I wish I new the living, perfect and true god. The first god of worlds
Oh how my blindness aids me though... Less stripes for the person that did not know his will or even him
I want to work works... I want to be godly However the book reminds me I cannot be saved according to works
Jesus said we are all gods This statement frightens me But it is the beginning of wisdom for the fear of god results in knowledge
I look to the earth for his fingerprint I have tools which show me the world
I see a tree growing through the dead leaves in search of drink and sun
It springs up It shoots down It displays leaves It hides roots It breathes and holds and bends in the wind It throws its seed to land in a better place from where it originated Across continents Across backyards It churns the earth and keeps it alive at its trunk
Only patient eyes can see
I see the sand lands we call desert
These were once alive but are now crushed rock
How can we reverse this dire situation?
What if we lived here?
Shall we pray for manna without a wince? Without a doubt? Just allow it to fall from heaven for gather?