The Magnifying Class Poem by Samara Gibbs

The Magnifying Class

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Life can be seen through a magnifying glass,
That is perhaps held in God’s hand
Life can be seen through a magnifying glass,
All the seas and all the land

And if this God be,
Does he like what he sees,
Through the object, peculiar as it is,
The little circular thing, with a very nice ring, perhaps displays what we do not know

Perhaps God’s magnifying glass peers through your heart and soul,
Maybe your love lies not in your religion, nor your sexuality, nor your race,
You do not have to be a non-believer for your heart to be black as coal,
For everyone is capable of evil,
And perhaps the secret of this magnifying glass is that it sees everyone as equal

Imagine we are ants and God peers down,
And sees every laugh, every smile, every frown,
Perhaps, contrary to popular belief, that religion, to God, is not profound
Maybe we are God’s religion,
The ones he venerates and exalts,
If we are his creation, then he cannot see us as sugar nor salt,

Of race, and gender, and sexuality
Of hair color, eyes, of morality
Of size, of width, or of nationality,
Perhaps these things do not really exist,
And if this God be,
Then we are all ants in the land
Under the magnifying glass,
Of his mighty hand.

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