OK, by popular demand, we will soon get to the famous Intelligent Designer God, and more, but first, a grand introduction:
INTO THE LAND OF ALL THE GODS
Into the realm of supernatural figmentations
I drifted off, within my newest imagination.
To interview all the living Gods there;
Some who’ve left and some yet ruling everywhere.
Notions of ‘God’ are of the wide purview
Of the inquiring mind confined, their ‘why’—
That wide expanse of fables, faith, hoaxes,
Lies, imaginations, fictions, guesses,
Foggy notions, concoctions, phantasms,
Fantasies, falsehoods, conceptions,
Decrees, fiats, misrepresentations,
Dead ideas, magic, proclamations,
Wild tales, anecdotes, revelations,
Untruths, revelations, hearsay, scrap heaps,
Yarns, and fish stories stated as beliefs
In that unseeable supernatural station
Through faith’s without knowledge ration;
These are all figmentations of the imagination.
Strewn about this great panoramic realm
Of the ONE possibly conceivable at the helm
Are all of the unknowable fabrications
Often Dreamt up via exaggerations
By the human race of mammal sapiens.
The realm of such Pronouncements has come to be
Superposed at the furthest edge of Reality,
Poised by the scope of some wishful thinking,
By all those dreaming and wild supposing,
Who wish for such legends to be ever
Actualized and realized; however,
These ideas have never ever made it
Into our observable realistic habitat in any way,
They but remaining in the minds, joint,
Of the God-beholders—
Even as varying viewpoints.
Without so much much as a word to say,
I passed those to whom most no longer pray,
Nor believe in, but once did, namely,
Those of the graveyard tombstones now so unholy:
Astrology—the God of the Stars that plod,
Eternally blazed and marbled in the sod,
The monuments of Diana the Moon God,
Apollo the Sun God , Baal, Zeus, Wotan,
Aphrodite, Thor, Mithras, Isis, Amon,
Poseidon, the Druid Gods, and on and on, anon.
I ever hurried past the ledgering
Of those older Mythologies preceding
The formation of the Old Testament story—
Those ancient superstitions whose very
And various olden amalgamations
Came forth to form it whole for our salvation.
I paused at that Old Testament maligned,
To mark the old but lingering lines
Of the ‘knowing’ of more invisibles,
The beliefs in imagined angelic creatures…
There were Angels standing, frozen in stone,
Over the timeworn memorials’ poems,
And atop the crumbling gateposts,
They being the livelier and near-living ghosts
Of the representations of the three spheres
Of the heavenly host: the demigod-near
Seraphims, Cherubims, Ophanims,
Thrones, Principalities, Dominions,
Powers, Archangels, Angels, and, those final,
And perhaps the most useful—the Guardian Angels
That are said to protect children from falls.
There, Amaranth, its dead red leaves never
Ever fading on this Earth unto forever,
Gave some color around the graveyard pallor
And to the dateless headstones’ squalor.
There’s a garish purplish maroon view, on high,
Of streaking lights of an electromagnetic sky,
Heretofore never imagined by my self;
I strolled on and into the vale itself.
Every-thing, every order happens for a reason?
Yes, for the most part, for most seasons,
But not for the bottommost cause the first,
For there was nothing before it to reason it forth.