God's Own (a poem of inspiration)

The alien persuasion...
The alien persuasion...
All may not be as it seems...
All may not be as it seems...
When heaven touches earth...
When heaven touches earth...
As angels sing...we shall hear the truth...
As angels sing...we shall hear the truth...
The creator of heaven and earth allows us to doubt and to grow in our faith...
The creator of heaven and earth allows us to doubt and to grow in our faith...
All is not as it seems...there are many charlatans...those who would take all the credit...
All is not as it seems...there are many charlatans...those who would take all the credit...
As a a common domino falls upon the next...so is the likeness to how the world and its creatures effect one another...
As a a common domino falls upon the next...so is the likeness to how the world and its creatures effect one another...
Every seed has its source...every child...its mother and father...
Every seed has its source...every child...its mother and father...



Were we to be, as this, our human kind,

Grand experiments of the E.T. persuasion,

Could we not each, to think for ourselves,

Minds of our own...as an experimentation?


Could our creator just allow, this claimed event,

Is not as their reality, but ours, as heaven sent?

Might those haughty self empowered others,

Make us sisters and brothers...their's, to invent?


Although one might witness a sheep-headed Yeti,

Hair of red, like a bowl full of spaghetti,

A bat replicated, flying Reptoid, with slanted red eyes,

Winging above, like speeding Andretti,


A fur covered Sasquatch, big feet, like platters,

A smell like a skunk, as though it even matters,

A giant Praying Mantis, wolf-headed beast...

A scaled dinosaur, with a voice that chatters.


Should we allow this, as their grand endeavor,

Claimed by most confident aliens, to think, as clever,

Daring to tread on the Lord God's heavenly turf..

Taking all the credit, this world of magnificent worth?


Dare those, to live in hidden corners, beneath the seas,

In subterranean bases...to exist in such fond mirth?

Though they may have lived here a million years,

God is their maker, a loving source of all's birth.


"The Big Bang", occurred, as God clapped his powerful hands...

Despite the naysayers, and a conceited scientist understands.

Every mind to be made, as a waking sleeper makes his own bed,

Creation by choice...from each gifted voice...His benevolence, instead.








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As human kind, we shall think in terms of humanity...God has his own thoughts...
As human kind, we shall think in terms of humanity...God has his own thoughts...

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manatita44 16 months ago from london

Beautiful poem, Bro, and interesting angle here. God's peace ...


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whonunuwho 15 months ago from United States Author

Thank you so much Jay and bless you and your kind review. whonu


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bravewarrior 15 months ago from Central Florida

Interesting, thoughts whonu!


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MsDora 15 months ago from The Caribbean

Love your "Big Bang" application. God's clap is all that. Thanks for the thought.


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whonunuwho 15 months ago from United States Author

Thank you MsDora and bless you on this fine warm day in August. whonu


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aviannovice 15 months ago from Stillwater, OK

Definitely something to think about, which many of us need to sit down and do from time to time.


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whonunuwho 15 months ago from United States Author

Thank you my friend and blessings. whonu

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