Of God And Phonics Poem by Patti Masterman

In school we did worksheets to learn phonics,
but once I saw the line drawings of objects,
it was hopeless; for I right away wanted to understand
how those few straight and curved markings, in two dimensions
could be taken the same as a book, a table, a house?

How could they hold in themselves the essence
of an inanimate object, and what about the intangible things;
what was the picture for love or hatred, emotion or nightmare?
And how would you illustrate a verb, beyond the nouns
it associated with; and what about the infinite,
and the indecipherable intuitions?
I found the picture reading so difficult and tiring,
It's a wonder I ever learned to read at all.

Once I met someone Who claimed
He had made symbols for all of these others;
but I found it so frightening, each time
I would shut my eyes tightly
and I would pray for them all to go away,
but He just kept on drawing;
redrawing His pictures, over and over,
and His pictures changed daily;
sometimes even hourly,
as if quantum fluctuations
were influencing their very beingness.
And He always put in lots of zeros,
because He must have known
that the Zero Point energy field
holds the secret of all manifestation.