There is a multifaceted existence that allows us to believe
more than one thing at a time.
There is a Victorian door of thought
you must pass through,
to decorate the lofty ornate rooms,
and arrange the blooms
from floor to ceiling
wafts of cedar and balsam rise limitless;
now, hang the snowflakes a child made
to the ceiling by a theocratic thread,
and watch the genius stroke of wide brush,
as snowflakes fall like milky fairies from the sky.
Is the galaxy a mineral,
a plant, or an animal?
Atheists believe it to be a metal,
Buddhists believe it to be a plant,
while Christians believe it to be a person.
The moment earth was visible,
was the moment at which the person said:
“Let there be light,” and the diamonds
(each facet said “light!”)
appeared beneath the earth’s stonesand caves to symbolize covenant.