Ubiquitous maker of the universe
Without whom nothing manufactured
is manufactured.
Monarch which reserves the prerogative
To pass over to homo sapiens
The prerogative to make unilateral decisions…
With which he affected spaces,
Flesh and celestial faces,
Help us to run with patience.
The LORD said to my Lord,
Be seated at my right hand
Until I make your enemies your footstool.
Which foot was ointmented,
And dried up with hair
And for which the alabaster box was broken
Like a dejected spirit,
Or like injured words
The son of the Ph D
Vowed never to have spoken.
Pandora’s box was broken
Like Rahab in pieces
As one that slain.
Godspeed, we’re in a fast lane
Help us to run with patience
Consuming fire which easily
Overwhelms a combustible spirit,
Engulf this flammable spirit
Which easily catches conflagration.
And the house of Jacob shall be a fire
And the house of Joseph shall be a flame.
And while we re-enact Moses’ (George) Bush,
And are perpetually cleft
Between the Judge of all
And the mediator of the new covenant,
And are constantly set to become
Ten thousand demon chasers
To the extraterrestrial,
Where they marvel at the firmament
But look downward with dejection
Because false-allegiance is never truthful,
She lies with the deceased,
And where they claim to
Possess constellation in the palm like a book
And read it like a Gypsy,
And where they laud the universe
Because they genuinely convinced that
She is self-existent.
I invoke,
In that, one, deep and inscrutable singular name,
Help us to run with patience.
