Point of View

He is the beginning and the end

The first and last three elements; the world He holds in balance

Let there be light; at the rumbling of my avatars voice, fire is bent

Without moving a muscle except for those of his bottom jaw articulating

With a big bang he brings to life the source of life; water, value it

Civil engineer of life with the perfect blue print in mind

He allowed civilization in Eden to breakdown deliberate

See, if creation hadn’t been captivated, just how then would he deliver it?

They say the first act of a show is the show stopper

Also they say… save the best for last

Well next time you hear, they utter those opinions

Tell them that’s why my God is the beginning and the end that’s a fact; TOP THAT

To my poisoned mind he is a detox

That super hero who didn’t need a drop of chemical-x

Or a whole lot of everything nice to downright his power

Not needing a huff or a puff to blow air into a girl’s nostrils

The glory of this lone wolf, scientist’s compliment 

With every attempt to explain the rushing of neurons inhibiting thrills

His goodness; need I get into? Take a peep out your boxed life

For a moment make your view point infinite by a circle

Take note of the way He gives life to you by the carbon cycle

Potential death to you, He makes life to plants for the primary interest of keeping you alive

All to see you flourish especially in spirit, hyped and full of verve

That’s why he takes anything and uses it as a source of energy, plainly put source of life

Take as an example the Son (sun), who or which came down and rocked bottom

Geography and theology agree this was the genesis of life, how come?

How could something so hot not scorch the existent at their formation?

This was so because creation is the very reason He chose to… stoop… so… low

To give grace as a wife; for the having and daily experiencing of, to a bride that once rode solo

To restore the intimacy He once shared with our first couple ancestors

He derailed, totally tracked off but never lost his way

With compliments of the earth being his foot stool

Not limited by time but came and lived twelve months thirty times over

Preparing for the grand re-connection to His companions, me and you

Final adjustments made three years later; officiated in three days and after

The class after…math taught that by this, restoration was clinched

Nails driven into His palms, the more our tombs were unbolted

So Ruminate…those of ya’ll that considered mammy’s mythical

I mean look at me… better yet look at you…

That's God in my point of view (of you)

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