God What Shape Are You? - Poem by James Tipp
God just what shape are you?
Are you round and soft and cuddly?
Or hard and rigid with sharp edges?
Can you hear me now as I struggle?
Then why do you remain silent?
Throughout the ages
We have described you
Making you like ourselves,
Or other parts of creation
We have struggled from primitive
To enlightenment, to space age
Each step has caused us to re-evaluate
Some have killed you off ‘God is dead’
Some have held onto the ‘Old Man’
Some have made you a rock singer
Many only look backwards to find you
You are for them the God who acted
Once long ago but now silent.
But the cosmos is infinite
The creation more than we ever knew
We are intricately made DNA rules ok.
Whatever shape you are remains mystery
You are other, unlike us in your majesty
Known only in your son born of a woman.
Jesus is God incarnate but not God in totality.
So we need to listen to the world now
Then we will find that you are greater
Greater than all we can ever conceive or imagine.
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