Geometric Allegory

I heard the name God  In passing today. It surfaced  singular,  Up from the background  In a steady blur of conversation. "God." When I heard God,  I immediately thought of a magician.   That's what I automatically do: I envision A magician standing on a stage.    Is that strange? No matter the context —    Be it at a wedding,   A funeral,  In church Or on TV... Or even, as I've said,  As a single word overheard in a conversation— When I hear the name God I see God the Great There on the stage.  His suit fits him nicely, And atop H is head, A black velvet stovetop hat Blends into his thick, slicked-back hair. (As is custom, he pulls me from his hat, But not yet... Or not today) He wears a  flowing cape, too; It matches his black shoes, And his mustache, waxed,  Points like a tuning fork. I'm drawn to his dark, dimpled cheeks, A...

And Give it to You (playing a game of tag) ______________________________________________ All the crazy folks Claim that they see messages Hidden in the words. If I cracked a code That showed me another world Am I then crazy? And if I'm crazy It doesn't really matter. Maybe it was real. Maybe I did see The thing they won't believe in. I know what I saw. I tell you this now. God spoke to me one April. He told me the Truth. I never believed In anything religious Until that moment. Then and only then Did I fall down on my knees And recognize God. I wish I could put Into words all that I saw To make me so changed. I wish I could share The experience I had And give it to you.

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