No image shod could honor God in man’s imagination.
Created things, with fins and wings, can’t span the heavens rightly.
For who could see God in a tree, a bird, or a crustacean?
Supposing grows a larger nose, with searching eyes drawn tightly,
a noble chin, firm mouth, lips thin, a booming voice like thunder,
with even hand and each command he settles matters nightly.
Why not a queen, a beauty seen, this regal goddess wonder,
gentle and true, wisdom anew, a single jewel, one-minded;
nurturing heart, patron of art, forgiving ev’ry blunder?
Transparency: God chose to be, no matter what mankind did.
In Spirit came, in Jesus’ Name, as God walked by, we hailed him.
No pauper, free, could ever be the God who left us blinded.
Imagining a different king, a bitter crowd assailed him.
A willing slave, an image grave, upon a tree we nailed him.
The Gadfly
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