Many Questions Poem by Poetezz Nana Ama

Many questions have I to ask the Lord
Many things that boggle my mind
Which I need to clarify.
How did he create the earth with and from nothing?
How did he mould and fix the human body?
How did he just call things to existence and they obeyed?
How did he create the universe?
Many questions have I
Is God black or white?
A male or female?
How does he know the end from the beginning?
And the beginning from the end?
Many questions! Many questions! !
Questions none has answers to
Not even the prophets and the pastors
Nor the angels and the seraphims.
Questions whose answers none can decipher
Not even the soothsayers and the magicians
Nor the martial artists and the monks.
I'm sure one day I'll have answers
When I ascend with the son into the clouds
As a magnet attracting metals
Or honey attracting bees.
I know I'll have answers
When I sit at the maker's feet
With my long scroll and feather and ink
To write the meanings to those things.