If God be the universe

by Christian Motley

If God be the universe and everything is he
Then in this galaxy, you would be the hottest
Young novice rock heads in back simply orbit our rotation with no fight
Fully accepting the plight of the frozen hearted
And though I sleep chilled in the darkness of night
I know that in the morning you will surely light up my world

For you're more than a girl and a fierce flex from woman hood
--Though I still call you my sun I know I didn't birth you.
I see your worth too.
So you're viewed more like Mother Nature when you come
For it's you who gives new life daily
And there's no need to BS the theme
I feel blessed to dream even though I know that you play me
Warming more than just my land and seas
Those perceived to be receiving more heat than I

But why cry
When I sit outside with no shades or sunscreen
My mind's eye as direct as a sun beam because I know that... fact is I'm the only one out here that will ever see growth
True enough, they get the seat next to you
But they're much too close to trade their lack of with the best of you See I'm the third rock back, and from here, the view is perfect
Not too hot or frigid
For, you help me to sustain life

And...yea
I got plenty ingredients, but nothing gets started without you
And I count you in every equation
Because there's no yield without the both of us
It would be a joke for us to break up now
Break up..How?
When I feel like I've known you for an eternity
Your first words to me screamed "big boom"
As sparks flew and thunder crashed
Nitro, oxygen , and carbon became bundled mass

And I swear I wouldn't take a dollar or any amount of cash
To remove just one of those rainy days--even if it did feel like acid
The past get hard
And though I know I brought most of it on myself
I won't disown myself
Still fully recognizing my many canyons, grooves, and trenches
See, my dimensions allow growth even while I'm eroding
Because the encoding of God's universe still brings life from death

So even when I feel broken and beaten from the crashing waves
I can still count on the good surf of the sunny days
Sunny days that brighten skies over park picnic pavilions
And playgrounds for children
Where grandmothers sit with raw potatoes and peel them
On back porches with mosquito torches
Even on the hottest days when the rays do scorch us--Painfully

I know days ain’t always sunny--Even when the sun out
But it’s on those days I think of you
And an internal heat that burns
Turns any night into day time
The way I'm trying to pose this is in no way meant to perplex
But my level of vex is so far past the just "making love"
That I'm day dreaming of photosythesex

After the rain, He sent this next
Now I got cloudy days in my rearview
And though the tears do still tend to fall
I know they do me way more good than the fear do
--Enhancing my nutrients
A gentle seed overwhelmed with science
Chemistry here, biology there
But open eyes are given sight when they both get to socialize

When seeds the size of those of mustards
Can give way on sunny days to trees that grow to be giants
Defiant of man--It's brother if no other
But nature was taught well to obeyeth its mother
So no other day will I stand still in the shade
Knowing that in the center of my spiritual revolution
The key to the execution of day is made.

Christian Motley is a Junior, Political Science major at Berea College. He says, "My time here as served me well, giving me the opportunity to think critically about the world around me as I explore the realms of religion, politics, and science through my academic course load as well as my peers. I enjoy reading and writing a great deal, which helps me to process the various experiences that find me. I am originally from Alabaster, AL, and my hope for the future is to continue to use the voice that I first received there to provide some substance for a growingly destructive world."

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