Father’s consuming fire created us
in His spare timelessness. The Tree of Life
& Branch of Jesse of one Tree of Life
are one. His flaming sword flicks restlessly.
He flings Pleiades into place. The pace
picks up. He hangs the galaxies on strings
like Yule-cum-Christmas lights & knows all men,
yes all of our cognitions & our deeds.
The Lord of Everyman & DNA --
who deigned by incarnation of best fit
to speak exactly in the corner -- is
aware of all the 'Once upon a time
& space' that He created to a t.
You know Him in the secret passageways
where you admit you don’t know everything.
He ponders every iteration of
temporospatial statuary,
every ensouled terracotta warrior
wandering the hive of hamster cages --
unimpressed with the Forbidden City,
penguin suits, & all our other rags -- with
an omniscient justice outside time.
