faces of the father

there’s a tear in this fabric

there’s a rip in the seam

I’m a little bit shaky

waking up from this dream


the visions of you

now visiting me

are different from those

that I used to see


the image depicted

in all these good books

no longer depicts

the diety’s looks


in fact I’m quite certain

we’re going to find

the first among races

is not human kind


a shock to this soul

who once thought it true

the mirror’s reflection

held traces of you


but comforted still

is this heart of mine

that all else reveals

you’re no less divine


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