microscopic

Think, you,
Who would
Have my will,
But you
Don’t know
What to
Make of Me.
You think
I’m like
The rest
Of these
Unthinking
Things
Men call god.
But you believe
I’m real.
You know
There is
A God,
Such a thing,
But you
Can’t see
Verified
In the people
Who claim
Me
Me.
You don’t
Make sense
Even in
This thing.
How could
You compare
God to man?
Think.
I am
Another being.
Can the dog
Understand
Your reasoning?
Will time,
Explanation,
Explain you
To him?
Yet his
Jumps
When he sees
You appear
Endear.