I say

God:  Space Artist

and you respond:

“Heh.

The Universe +

gravitation=

collisions

and mergers

of galaxies.”

Nice

is another word for weightless

ephemeral

and sombrero

comes for the ancient

word for shadows

and sorrow.

I see splendor in

the arc of the living

God.

you shake your head

and I am inclined to ask whether

you genuinely believe

the Pieta

is just a big rock

worn down by friction?

canst thee see Jesus?

canst thee see the creator?

Michaelangelo amidst the stars.