God you cannot see,
so you create one,
and, like all creations, it takes on a life of its own,
it breathes with you, seems to change with you
and talks to you when you are alone.
But it, like you, like everything, falls away,
to where? All you can think of are analogies:
the graveyard, the compost heap,
for it is nothing but a snapshot, a momentary peep,
a charging rod that serves its purpose and goes on
like you, to the decrepitude that we call heaven.
