You Tell Me

By Taylor Wade

You tell me,

God can be held in your hands

That they can only be fathomed

not through the trees

or wind

or the heartbeat of light

but through paper

artificial organization

and mental manufacture.

That the spirit is not

felt through experience.

But by being told

what to feel.

I like to think I can look

into every man and tree,

and see a great ocean

in us all,

Built of a love

that once breathed the first heart.

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