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Joe Jones

God above?

God is a rose petal called Nareeth
which soaks up the morning sun with aplomb.
God is sleep in the corner of your eye
which brushes away and braces the day.
God is an old man and a young woman,
flesh, desire, and spiritual love.
God is the recycled atoms which makes
everything unfathomably ancient.
God is the wave which crashes and reforms.
God is the big bang and the final close.
God has many names and no name, many
forms and no form, is real and not real.
 
God is what you make of it, which is why
God is a rose petal called Nareeth.

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