Perpetrators of speculation, twisted minds around the nations,
PHD’s among the soulless, teach to breach our holiest wholeness.
Of fairy tale or fact of regions, of history we lack for seasons,
you miss the point beyond what’s seen , of greater things
than self esteem.
We are here because of a power far greater than ourselves.
We are of a presence far greater than anything seen or written.
Some are privileged to have felt God’s spirit and to believe.
American Indians who felt the presence of God without
the false influence of drugs, had no eloquent words, but to say…
we are not beast. “We are human beings.”
Unfortunate others with all of their knowledge, from grammar school
and on through college, will never feel or know God’s spirit
and so they hate it. Unwittingly they fulfill the cruel reality of love, creation
and of destruction. Good and evil. Perfect an imperfect. Sad are the
grinding wheels of a natural machine. A production line for a
future unseen, but for our hopes. Darkness: God is the water
the Sun, the trees. God is the blood you sniff in the breeze.
That’s no accident. God is mine.
For my life, and my death, I give praise.