Blasphemy

Don't pray to God, be God. Not the kickass
king of power, sold to you from baby days.
Leave that one be for now, do not harass
the thought. You are not competent to gaze
on what works Almighty may or not
have set His hand. The task awaiting you
requires that you recall what you forgot
when as a child, everything was true.
No gain whatever comes of all God's light
focused upon the tedious confusion
of pulling up your pants. What's good and right
pre-dates your facination with delusion.
You won't offend Infinity, take your part.
Exalt in truth and triumph: God is your heart.