Creation of God

If the sea were real
and so was his blue and deep eyes
fierce like the waves that crashes onto the cliffs
like the Blue Moon of Josephine
they were cold and distant
but his beating heart says otherwise

Like the finest of marble
as if he was sculpted by no mere simple being
seen like work made by hands
that belonged in the era of the Renaissance’s
one’s lip could muster the name Donatello
but it was a work of God
through the existence of mankind

His skin no fairer than a known Maiden of White
nor was it darker than the night itself
sun-kissed upon the doing of the unruly bright Sun
that lights the Universe
though beauty lies skin deep

Faraway
above blue and grey skies
white hanging clouds
he is no greater than anyone nor anything
nothing more than flesh and bone
yet there be those who worship him.