Impossible, invisible
but somehow still nearby.
A teapot in the orbit
of a planet
faraway.
Omnipotent (supposedly),
but gallingly benign.
As silent as the sky at night
and nowhere to be seen.
A speck of dust is planet earth
caught in this beam of light
that shines despite the dark of space,
beckoning us home.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
Impossible, invisible
but somehow still nearby.
A teapot in the orbit
of a planet
faraway.
Omnipotent (supposedly),
but gallingly benign.
As silent as the sky at night
and nowhere to be seen.
A speck of dust is planet earth
caught in this beam of light
that shines despite the dark of space,
beckoning us home.
Just a poem about god.
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