Godspeak

I created the heavens and the earth
In just one week
From blue sky to brown dirt
I am God when I speak.

Silence surrenders to Me
When I raise the mountains
And scatter the seas
I do all of this and more with ease.

Yet there are quiet places still
Where morning fog hides the sun
Where forests shelter the damage done,
Rain cools the fire of My will.

Shadows created by My voice that created,
Pools of quiet, silent, serenity;
In cities of riot and violent, audacity.
A pity that the floodwaters ever abated.

My choice is simple and yet severe
When they beg and plead for proof
Claiming that what they want is the truth
My unwanted slaves my names revere.

They break the silence themselves
Crowding and clamoring in churches
Given over and over to foundless searches
And in vain attempts at creating heavens
All they have done is created hells.

There is none such with me or in me
I never had it in me, not even a little
I had a shadow of a voice, a riddle,
A puzzle, a treeless meadow, a sea,
That all I am was a choice:

A fact too simple to be believed.

6.25.2002