Make no mistake about it, whether we call “It” God, Father, IS, One, Life, Brahman, Allah, Nature, The Creator, The universe, Consciousness, The Higher Self or dozens of other names we humans use to refer to that power greater than themselves, no amount of human cleverness or calculation will ever raise us to a position on par with “IT”
The following poetics piece is my attempt to state my great reverence, awe, understanding of and love for my Father, Almighty God. In this limited abstract way, I feel I can both show my immense love for and my great desire to touch in some way my Creator. Praise be to my Father, The Creator, God. . . . . . . . . I don’t believe the Father minds me calling Him, “IT” for the purpose of communications.
FOR ITS PURPOSES AND ITS PLEASURE
Life relentlessly pours forth
from the microcosm;
The invisible bursting into
Insatiably it preys upon Itself
Then as miraculously surrenders