no one ever mentioned
                        that the eye of god would look
                                                        back
and ask
        'who are you?'
        not because the one who asked needed to know
but because the one who was asked needed
                                        to be asked.

god isn't
        anyone.
god just
                is.

oddly enough, that made me believe in angels.
classical angels, draped in white, with
                                        swords,
or jungle spirits clothed in
                                blueness and
                                fur,
                                or
human ones made of light.

angels are
        personal.
angels are human--
well--
sort of.
angels care
        when a woman
                        or a sparrow
        falls.
god just sees.
god
        is
                the fall, and the seeing of it.
 
 

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