Like this:

Looking at everything
And seeing nothing.
Peering through the microscope
At wonders, complex
Efficient, purposeful
And standing, awestruck
In the dessert
Gazing wide-eyed.
Heavenly bodies
Billions upon billions
And galaxies,
Distances, too great to ponder.
And like
The fools that we are,
We bow to our own idol
And pay it homage
As if, as if
It lived and breathed
And created.
Will you still love us?
Me?
You had to know
Did you not?
You had to know
That I would bend it
My knee
To other gods
Gods that would elevate me
To my rightful prominence
Only to have my pedestal crumble
Beneath me
Rapidly and without warning.
Was my rebellion in your plan?
Did you know?
Did you love me anyway?
I am left with only one prayer.
My language has betrayed me.
Glorify your name
In me!

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