God is Horizontal

God is Horizontal

God is horizontal,
stretched in linear colors,
the horizon at dusk.
Head in hand he leans
over mountains with shadow,
softly yawns a gentle breeze
and drifts to sleep with darkness.

God is vertical,
reaching on tiptoes
in the splay of sunrise
as mighty sequoia aspire with him:
ancient columns of heaven
longing to follow him
into the feathery blue of sky.

God is spectacle
in the infinite variations,
the whispered silence of night,
a rainbow melody of morning
to the booming crescendo of storm.
He sings in a spectrum of sound,
a forever of possibility.

God is silence,
longing the subtleties of choice
he awaits the solitude
in eternal intervals of hope
and smiles at a singular caress
as a face looks upward with love.