God Is a Flat
Dead and distant.
Someone's personal best friend.
Don't say his name, don't draw his face.
He or She or They are an A Flat or a B Sharp,
or a thought, a spark, or a coming together,
Everything or nothing at all,
or love.
The beginning and the end.
The Alpha dog the scruffy human pack seeks,
roaming wildly in the quest for answers.
God is an A Flat or a B Sharp,
but not a Middle C.
That would just be too ordinary.
Copyright © Fran Delaney-Barron | Year Posted 2022
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