G.O.D.
June 16, 2008The young boy adored his parents to no end despite the deprecating poverty.
The shadowy figures of darkness was swallowed up by the light of the rising red sun.
The young child idolized the tall figures of the man and woman.
He copied every move and feature.
The clothes, the gestures and the trivial habits of hands
jerking to-and-fro when sitting at the dinner table.
Despite all this, the shadowy figures didn’t have a face.
Just a smudged painting of rainbow colored hues of existence, a shapeless being.
The child slowly but surely stands on his own two feet.
Without the guidance of invisible hands.
Assuring itself it can stand on its own.
The darkness of life creeps forward…steadily
as a baby crawling into his first steps.
