Eye-Openers Poem by Morgan Michaels

Regarding God and His relationship to the world
There are only two possibilities:
Either He became bored with His creation
And moved to a different part of town
Convinced he could do better in the new-
(In which case mankind
May as well be whistling Dixie
And the wars will continue-
The killing of our supposed enemies
For the sake of our supposed friends):
Or He dispersed Himself into His creation
Living now in the breast
Of every sentient thing, even worms;
We can never know definitely, of course
Reason tottering on the brink of Intuition
As it surely does and must surely do.
But enough of the Humeian diatheses-
Frankly, having enjoyed an easy upbringing
And never, so far, suffering physical mortification
(Knock on wood, Saints preserve, Heaven forbid)
Beyond a childhood tonsillectomy, that is,
(Even though no stranger to the psychic kind)
I prefer to believe....