Some people fear god, other’s love him.
after phases of both,
I have come to I pity him.
If he made me at all in his image,
he’s an awkward guy, racked with regret and longing to be different.
he feels alone trying to express himself,
stuck on the wrong side of the epistemic distance.
from a world that has turned its back on him
yet still waging wars
in his name
And as much as he may have loved us,
I think he’s grown to weep for us;
His imperfect creation.
Just as when I think of you,
he’s reminded of the biggest mistake
he’s ever made.