Teach Thy Sons These Things

Teach thy sons these things
But firstly teach him about an artist called GOD
Tell him HIS smile stretches across the sky like lightning
And HIS back was the home of every whip that withheld the weight of our sins from seeking justice
Tell HIM that he will become a failed research if GOD doesn't make the headline for his table of contents
Because HE is the ohnly thing that Google has found no valuable search result for
Tell him that time is GOD himself
Because HE predates and shuffles events according to HIS scale of preference
HE is the author and finisher of our existence
HE decides the who,how, what and where
And we are no where near the glimpse of HIS brightness
Tell him that GOD defies science
And every ability to predict HIM will remain nothing but comedy before HIM
Tell him that this GOD is the poet and we are nothing but ink spilled on a paper called Earth
Tell him that this GOD is an army of One
Tell him that this GOD she'd HIMSELF into three different skins but yet owns no wrinkle
Tell him that all he wants and will ever seek sleeps peacefully in the hands of this soft rock called GOD
Tell him that this GOD is ancient but yet new every morning
Tell him that this GOD watches over all including him, the reader and writer of this poem
Tell him that this GOD has an arm stretched like eternity
And HE never dispices any who comes into him

Lastly, tell him that I can go on and on but even infinity is a time too small to quantify who this GOD is
Teach him these things.