Poetry

 
From Heaven we wrest the
most difficult subjects,
and grasp between little and
thumb.
Thinking God were as man,
and that neither one were
dumb.
And out of consideration we
extol the highest,
but have minded all that
view,
It is true that God is
number One,
but is man number two?
Surely he has forgotten how
far behind
that in his being does God
surpass,
The human is not as angel or
diety,
but more of the intellect of
ape or jackass.
With what then do we measure
the eternal,
Oh bug inside the whale,
For whatever rule you do
apply,
of shortness you will fail.
Little mite as you crawl the
floor
be mindful of whose dwelling
you trespass.
And maybe if you travel
there softly,
God might just leave you
pass.