A Poem about God

A Poem by rootsoup

Your voice commands the moving water
coursing, silver, stream to stream

and from each island, prayers are kept,
a breadth to hope, from dream to dream.

Your holy vastness spans the heavens
above and so, below

That firmament aside our hearts,
a cyclic means of what we know

in sin to fall again, alone
no majesty of ours proclaims the right to overthrow.

The picture you have painted
in this story book that is our lives,

is whole and just, from bad to good
with peaks and sudden dives.

The sinusoidal sacred matrix of the universe
contains the code that feeds the fruit from ashes to rebirth.

The proof is all around us;
there is spirit in us all.

What gives each wind its forceful stride,
and makes the trees grow tall.

What then do we submit to fate,
with freewill as a guide?

To all that's righteous, true and good?
a level of sufficient zeal, control and equal tide?

Or that with rotting or inverted level-begging pride?

There is a parasite residing in our human kind.
Refrain from playing stratagem to what's inside your mind.

I pray we seek our future-sight to means in forward love;
as God is witness to our growth and kindly watching from above.