I question God;
Not the existence of,
But the singularity of his being.
Might We not be God I ask,
Creators of this world, this reality;
All of us, the collective,
Our spirits, our hearts, our souls
Forming order out of this presumed chaos,
Though perhaps it is not chaos at all,
Rather a mysterious perfection.
It diminishes not our desire for God
Nor should it be thrown into oblivions pit.
Instead it should be sought after with fervor.
Where though, lies the question.
Religion begs us to look towards the heavens,
Drawing truth from books transcribing God through man,
Placing faith in idols and symbols,
Traveling down another’s path,
Still answers are as void as those of the godless.
Perhaps our quest has been misguided,
Perhaps we have been intimate with God all along
But did not recognize him when spoken too.
Blinded by our perceptions of the outside reality,
Ignorant to our inside spirituality for fear of damnation,
We look for what we already may already have…
I ask, couldn’t we be God?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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