Mirror

The Book says, in God's image man was wrought.
Is this to mean, two legs, a cock and grin?
Perhaps the landscape of evolving thought
reflects the features of God's origin.
But that's too vague for most to comprehend.
An icon, fixed and changeless, they desire
to whose familiar face their knees may bend
and to whose charted heights they may aspire.

Great minds espouse a wholly wider cast
than certain fixed religions advocate.
Perhaps when more is known about this vast
full universe, mere guesswork won't relate.
I see God's face in flowers and the moon,
and waterfalls and mountains green with trees.
His voice is both volcano and the loon,
His mind, the sun and stars, His breath the breeze.
Our consciousness beholding this is kin,
and mystically, seamlessly fits in.