Puss

God's image is man's mirror. Which bunch looks
the most like God? In which race has He hid?
The blacks or whites, yellows or browns? The books
don't say. Maybe Iranians, God forbid.
Which man, among us all, looks most like Him?
Maybe it's your very own face of I
whose visage is divine. The fire and brim-
stone preachers promise blasphemers will die
gnashing teeth, but then, how likely is it
seven billion monkeys, all look like Him?
A wooden mind is wonderless and unfit,
with likelihood for wisdom, dim to grim.
Your name is I. Jesus is your story.
Your life is God, and consciousness your glory.