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So

Worship the ground
worship the sky
call the Earth “mother”
If you wish

…but it is the father
Of the created universe
Him I will worship
He set all this in motion
what else,
should I dare to wonder,
is lurking
in His workshop
what else is being created
on His workbench??
if I used my whole brain
could I fathom
what it was?
how it worked?
could I look at it & still function?

b.e.noll
[written on a lark from a poem I just read. I'll be back on in a week or so...]