Buried in a book
Perdio en la revista.
We all get lost in the translation,
This business of trying to language God.
For who dares place the Son
The moon the stars In a box,
A prepackaged dessert of heavenly glory,
A ready-to-serve God,God like a cheesecake.
Sarah Lee, Blueberry.
Deity for only 300 calories a slice.
We wonder what we are missing,
Conversing confusedly with our prepackaged Creator
Bitter that the
Cheesecake Christ
Doesn't respond.
All hail our God of parameters!
Locked in measurement,
Confined by chains of language,
Human rules and rites of passage
We wonder why God Fails to reach our expectations,
Why
He doesn't speak our tongue,
Bow to our rules.
God is not the God of one language,
One hemisphere.
Our presumptions too low,
We inspect our feet, Judging El Elohim by how much we know,
Eyes onPlatesWaiting for cheesecake,
While the Lion of Judah
And all His possibilities
Soar above,
Wishing We would look up.
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