Topsy-Turvey Mumblings of Deities

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When you are near enough to God, your

Your true identity is scraped as if

Divine A.I. is scanning you, one pure,

Most wise identity, each hieroglyph

Engraved in almost everlasting stone

And painted by his brush forever long ago,

Before you even moved inside, alone,

Within your mother’s womb.  You showed, a glow,

In God’s eternity before you knew

Him.  He was reading you and writing on

Your D.N.A. before furred cavemen drew

Their truths in caves that never saw a dawn.

  Before first humanids broke into notes,

    They chanted dumbly of dim gods in throats.

© Phillip Whidden