El Consumo de mundo pequeño©

Life's Notion AND its purpose dream,

An elaborate miscalculation

Fabricated at its seam.

When footloose and fancy free,

Be a mock derogatory.

All morals a sham

And it's author a charlatan.

To stand here and be ,

Be a wire in the circuit

where I am free?

Or merely a vessel emptied,

Adrift at sea.

Where the tides are hurling voltage

And it's master unseen

Who could worship such a being?

I think great of all living and gone.

And the silent tree trunk

Stood root strong for so long,

Does not bother, mock or moan

Is the baring witness to our savage throne.

My God, with no name,

Is in all things that we can see

Like a mother cradling child,

so delicately.

That is God, is king.

The lone tree standing 100 feet

That is God, is king.

In the name hurtling off your tongue

For you to reflect;

In everything.

Not the unknown

Nor the unseen.

That;

Is God;

Is King.

Painting: 'Sun Scape' mixed media, oil on wood, By Alana Armstrong