They say Gods in everything and so I’ve been looking everywhere but only catch glimpses of miracles; perhaps because I haven’t stared long enough at the marigolds or pondered the existence of the Walls of Jericho. They say God is in the trees and so I search for divinity in each bite of my morning apple. I imagine the mixture of these Godly juices and my mortal saliva to be a meeting between Heaven and Earth. My tongue is the gate way to achievement; the blender of deeds; a maker for memories and wash cloth for the unclean. My teeth represent the power of will, for nothing may enter these sacred grounds without their appeal. My throat is the dark path we must cross in order to find our purpose, and if we prove our value the Brain will allow us to contribute to certain circuits. They say heaven is like a circus because it’s the only place where the pious man’s wealth allows him to purchase— otherwise his life’s work would have proved worthless— and so I’ve been saving 10% of my income and energy: for buying the best stocks and donating time because if Life’s taught me one thing it’s to hedge my bets carefully. Searching for God is like looking for Waldo, for he too can be found on the pages of books because God’s form never changes… it is the context in which God is found. They say God is in the planes, but lives underground; they say he helped settle the Wild West and approved of 9/11; that he inspired Gandhi as well as the murdering of children who have not yet aged past seven. Yet they still differ in opinion on whether to leave His words the same or offer up corrections. They say God is in everything so His omnipresence must have been present in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the Nazi camps, and Assad’s snipers that shot unborn babies.
They say God’s in everything and so I’ve been looking everywhere but only catch glimpses of miracles. Perhaps the biggest of them all is the freedom to choose between non-violence and bombs; tolerating genocide and not siding with terrorists; using the tongue as a tool for freedom in place of oppression and the eyes as a means of sincerity without any obsessions.
They say God’s in everything and so I’ve been looking everywhere but have only began to understand the miraculous world in which I live.