God is
by The Pen
God is like the clouds in the sky.
He forms himself into many ways.
Turn them to grey or white or black,
depending on how He feels.
Sometimes sunny, pouring and other
times thundering too.
But always all of them passes away,
then He calms down again.
Thus, He gives rainbow in the sky
in full colors.
God is like the wind in his spirit form.
He runs himself in all ways not
leaving a corner unreached.
He turns himself strong, mild or soft
like a gentle bliss.
Sometimes so caressing, yet sometimes
so overthrowing.
But always all of them passes away,
then He calms down again.
Thus, He gives sunshine in its most
warming embrace.
That is God, in his name and what he is.
He created everything, not a thing excepted.
May it be good or bad to human understanding.
For who will understand God when no human
can even understand itself?
But all believes to know better than the
Creator of all.
Blessed be God for he exists. Simply as that.
Most of all, for He is the Only One and Holy.
