“is of” by C.J.Sellers
Every thing’s perfect; perfectly imperfect; it is. Will it be? What ever was, it’s always as.
I am the I AM; everything!! Yet nothing without Us. Want it, won’t it? Will it, be it. Within, just as just this.
Isn’t I AM Wrongful Righteous without Us justice? Beauty is only as she does. He who is lovely acts love. Axioms. The seed as sown, about and in Us this will-fruit’s grown.
Where will was/is/shall therein there begins/I AM/ends Us of.
[Author's Note: This is another Quantum Aesthetic poem. Fuzzy logic point of view, blurring of the individual being separate from the whole. The execution is evidence that I can't approach any subject that involves religion in a completely serious manner. This poem could be summarized as the Judeo-Christian God attempting to comment on His creation and respond to the complaints of his creation regarding fairness or whatever. God just has a hard time relating and putting it in human terms, coming from an omniscient, time-insensitive, infinite and unending of person/persona point of view. I refute that God would speak in anything but banal cliches and axioms. The confusion is intentional. No, I'm not surprised if you have a problem grasping it. I grasped it briefly and then it was gone again. Once in a while it comes back. It's like staring at one of those 3D stereogram images.
To think that God created everything, is aware of everything, is part of everything ever created or that will be, and then expecting him to listen to one person's complaint or plea like customer service or a caring parent, I'm sorry, I just find this ridiculous. This is not to say that I disbelieve in the power of prayer. I just don't think everything is likely just as we humans conceive. Nevertheless, we are the gods of our own individual perspectives, and so is God of His. ]