Oh, my, me,
this is not who I am!
Another government is using, abusing Me.
I am not a God that hangs on to all men’s words,
nor do I acknowledge the space that men take.
All you hoarders who steal borders,
builders of walls to create separations,
divvying up sacred space to keep the poor in their place.
Your God favors no boundaries, no flags, no nation,
no state, no city, no civilization.
I blessed all my children into conscience existence,
though Darwin saw you hiding under sheepskins,
before the great awakening at the Tree of Life.
No country is given favor as I spread my giving heart,
though it seems the short stick grows,
to a burgeoning mass of people living
on the edge of a two-faced sword.
There is no important king, no monarch, no leader
beside the awesome God of Me.
Though I savor the favor of those who love Me,
to trivialize My presence with politics
Is to minimize My essence.
I am not a weapon, I don’t take sides,
I don’t elect Presidents.
Burdened by all the entreaties that I hear,
I sweat the details of the building blocks of life;
The hungry, the farmer, the afflicted, the doctor,
the poor, the charities.
Nor do I endorse a leader,
man’s mirroring life that’s all his,
to find his own way home is all there is, or
none of all of This makes sense.
Separation of Church and State
should be a holy rite,
for I am your God, awesome and strong!
Your governments are but fleeting reflections
of those who represent man.
I stand, here, forever and ever,
God Whispered in My Ear
Oh, my, me,