Urbanite

wrote this at the end of April


Gods image is all about how you view him

Urbanite

Genesis 9:7 "be fruitful and multiply,
and fill the earth"
start a city ; expand the meridian
leave behind Eden
enter new found sinners
beginners roots, Shinar
look around barren landscapes
see how man became urbanite
bricks built one by one
every hand working toward heaven
with a declaration
an acclamation of what man can create

no snapshot of the past little remains
architecht what did you build?
a temple 20ft tall
our marvel studied questioned
archieologists dig up answers
answers as to why it looked unfinished
unfinished you say let it be
let it be a place with no rooms
a sturdy base
wrapped in a staircase
up along gate of the Gods

see how great it is
the progress
the working towards a goal
so close so far
a world that seems real
God came to visit
they said do you like it?
it gets an F
failure to remove the lens

the lens where pride
glorifies
tries to blind the eyes
success measured in quantity
make more
do more
fatten up
set resume

Job built Ziggurat
built for worship
built for fame
it breathes life
one place
recharge
charge our spiritual
electrify exterior
cascade in wax
seal the past
listen to your confidant

God we all spoke one language
one city
show us that A+ we all crave
take all the jewels we stole
become rich with sin
sins that taint
paint whats right and wrong
I know you won't judge
my views are for me only
pandoras box is where you lie
high above locked with a key
free from the idea of perfect
idea of no control
idea of being different

no He says I won't
I said multiply scatter the earth
but my word does not matter
its like a tea party
with the mad hatter
all of your chatter merely
silenced
stop all that work
build no more
view me as your God
see the tower of Babel
a traitor

Dear God is this really our punishment
you did not read
read the fine print
a succesfull life starts with me
if pride takes over
if you want to be a God;
you can't
you can't live without me
if you never scattered
shatter my heart
splatter you over lands
leave behind traces of first
language

with a thirst graces of
my wisdom and love
embraces in native toungues
His actions sung out
around people
as told by the bells
of the church steeple

A new lens a whole new
place emerged
saying I can see
clearly because of you
because you are
the spiritual lens
worn yet loved