God And Faith

People of one faith create their own God

And kill those who cannot obey or not

People climb the hills to seek His grace

Who cannot stop the downslides they face

 

For Him they crib, cry, die cursing the fate

In agony make Him great and immaculate

The obsessed minds never bloom to think

In the dreary winds they droop and shrink

 

While He runs like a thread through them

In spirit and matter born from the ylem

He remains immune to pain or pleasure

In thinking minds he is beyond measure.

 

We are just a link in the chain of evolution

From cosmic eruption to crazy exaltation