One Over Another
I have grown a disdain for man-made creations
Yes, I know, it is a paradox
For we are made in God’s image
And for our innovation, we all tune into the same station
I guess what I mean is
God’s creation reigns supreme
A sunset is more appealing than a screen
An orange moon is more exciting than the latest trend
I would rather count a million stars than a million blue faces
The superficial bends
God’s work is straight
But I would rather stare and droll over your face
And study the shape of your body
Than to watch Sunsets on Mount Masada
Why travel the world?
When a million worlds are inside ya?
I’ll sit on my couch
Will you model for me?
Be the last sight I see
Out of God’s creation, you’re the best there could be
“We are writers, my love. We don’t cry, We bleed on paper.”
