Of all the people seen on any day,
by far, the most have never really felt
their kinship with that God to whom they pray.
They call him 'Father', yes, but when a load
of 'gotcha' lands, they feel that it was dealt
by heaven's hand. What sort of traitor toad
would smash His children's dreams? The premise should
be phrased, "more close than blood or breath is God,
as He and I are one". No higher good
exists, than this rich payload in each man.
If grasped, then joystruck men would wander awed
and see the Great Divine as their true clan.