i was walking through the museum
uttering a silent prayer
to all who have come before
i was looking at traces
of lives come and gone how
all moving shapes eventually still
- when in a corner -
there he was
the 6500-year-old god
standing proud and illuminating
the room bathed in his stern gaze
the tall stone is planted among the objects
yet towering over any and every thing
like a dark sky clad in heavy greyness
before rain falls
before rain heals
he looks like God
the One God
the one i've been taught to bow to
he looks like our God
He is god
God carefully watching over
his corner of the museum
god imparting being breathing
particles of matter to the sensible world




