Omnipresent Poem by Calvin Berg

There He lies, a season's curse
Omnipresent, ne'er blinking
In cold and hot, it matters not
Not death, it's He who claims us first.

In light, in shadow, dare He dwell?
Limit He His love?
Fear not, or fear your very soul
When you do leave your shell.

And so we live, puppets, players
In games we may not win
The first, they shout, they preach, they pray
But they are merely flayers.

Learn you well the truths of life
The knowledge you must gain
The Three in One will save you not
Salvation is in strife.