Like thoughts post mid night
The fables flow
Praising someone, something, or somewhat
Who knows?
Immortal, unseen, and abstract
Like a ghost
Omnipresent, controlling, and uppity
A mad dictator or unruly host.
Untouched, unfelt, unheard
It remains
Pious and saintly
Or pompous and vain?
Fables flow and legends state
Deity, divinity, and lord
Who is to say what it is,
for me, the apocryphal God.
Like Bigfoot, cyclopes, and mermaid
It tread on the face of earth
Now stays in heaven (knows where)
Myth, miracle or mirth?
Neither born nor dead,
It stays, and stays, and stays
Unflinched, unstirred and unaffected
By joy or dismay.
A saint or zombie
Can you tell?
Or locate its realms
Heaven and Hell?
A man, woman, or thin air
What is it you pray?
That which is
But cannot stay.
In its demeanor
It weighs and pries
Full of love and rage
As if you and I.
The Holy Spirit
That you laud
For me
The apocryphal God.