Questions For God

When, where, how, who, might be human issues with human answers,
But when it comes to why, this is His domain and no other.
For thousands of years men have deceived themselves with ego,
Only dreaming about a reality not created by them
And so not answerable to them or any cult figurines
Finely placed on altar or mantle or set in a field with
Kindred spirits dancing about chanting the who do there.
Why God, why oh Lord, why why why, we cry out daily.
Mysteries of the universe would not be so if we could answer.
It is that we cannot that ushers in sacrilegious acts in the temple.
It is that we have no answers that allows Satan-speak in our yards.
Helpless, the wise turn to Him.
Helpless, the pitiful shun the holiest of holies.
As the unbelievers petition the courts of men for justice,
When love is left dusty on the shelf, only but a fingertip away.
There lies the true reckoning, the magnetic north,
The salient conundrum explained.
Our eyes cannot see, our ears hear not
For love is a matter of the heart and soul.
Not a purchased placard on a wall,
Not a tune on the radio, not anything He isn’t
And everything He is all at once.
At once in a blinding spasm,
Once seen, doubles the strongest over
Into pretzels of thankful forgiveness.
Wail his name, supplicate your physical form,
Act as if acting were the only honest thing
You ever did to get His attention.
Than pray for infusions of light from above.
Not lightning for one who ignores
The originator of all answers as to why.