Thanks for the kind words and recognition of my poetic side. Poetry recognizes the limitation of words, housed in their dictionary meanings. The metaphor reveals the truth (OK, the poet's truth) by painting a picture with plashes and blobs of color an a blank canvas. It's just oil and clays and other pigments mixed in but stroke after stroke, a picture emerges. Ultimately you are the judge of just what the picture reveals and what it means to you.

Your God, Bill D, is easy to discern. It is the same one where most worship. It is the same one Satan offered Adam and Eve in the garden. "And the serpent said unto the woman, 'Ye shall not surely die: For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil." Your faith resides in your own self and your ability to understand all things. There is no room in your mind or heart for God because YOU are the judge of all things. That is the hardest and most humiliating thing to do for a man OR a woman, to lay aside that aspect of your being and accept God's point of view on faith. Few there are who who can do that.

Understand that this is not my judgement of you or anyone else and I do not hold myself as superior to anyone. I stumble and fall all over myself on a depressingly regular basis. I can't escape me. I am trapped inside this fleshy and perishing body with all its carnality and human world view. I find peace and a way only as I surrender to my Father through the priestly office of Christ. My God is a God of love and grace who has forgiven me all my short-comings. He has forgiven all the world for all time, the same.

Well, I've left poetry and now I am preaching. If that offends you or anyone else, I apologize for monologuing in a discussion forum. I will ask for a little charity on your part and conclude herewith.