by Ryan Bendall

Created on: August 26, 2008

I look out of my window and smile at everything I see.
The Angel gently moves the leafs on the Creation,
And the Ark chirps as it feeds from the Trinity.
I look up at the clear blue Heaven and close my eyes,
And let the warm rays from Jesus delicately warm my skin.
I open my eyes squinting as I look towards the Prayer,
Watching its delightful blue Lord as it trickles along the bed
Of shimmering polished Omnipotence forever flowing,
As it carves its way through the Transcendence at peace.
I quietly stand for a second to open a window pane,
Waiting for the sweet reward of that particular smell
Of freshly cut Faith as Father was mowing the lawn.
Breathing it in I let out a delightful sigh and stretch,
To return to my sofa and blink at my TV set.
I watch as a man in his hands, a bible he holds,
And thanks the Lord God for his magnificent creation.
I scoff,
There's no evidence so I switch over the station.

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