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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