Sunday Morning

So the Creator
broadcasts
Them/Her/Him
Self
into the yearning,
welcoming
Abyss,
as an Infinite
Playlist of
Creatures
in a cosmic
theater
with sets and
props that
stun the
Imagination
of the Creatures
into becoming
Creators
Themselves.

On a Sunday morning,
pen to paper.
on my favorite end
of the couch,

I remember
when my
Sunday mornings
were spent
on a wooden
bench
in a steepled
building,

reading from
a script
that divided
The Divine
into what was
in that building
and everything else.

Forgive me.

(Photo by Alexander Andrews; UnSplash)